I remember you.

Sometime we must return to the beginning. To find the missing person in the mirror looking back.

               
  I remember you.             


 The summer days were long.
The splendor of the blue skies and the bright sun.
Beckon us to the sea.


The heat of hot days.
Thaw our cold hearts.
The beauty of Monterey coastline.
Purify the sadness and losses of living.


I remember you.
Waiting for me on the sand.
You called me the laughing Poet.
A fugitive and faithful friend.


You were my sanctuary and imperfect Angel.


Your blue eyes would watch the waves dance on the shore for hours.
Allowing the Pacific Ocean to erode layers of disappointment away.


I would bring wine and bread.
You would bring the tequila.
You sipped it slowly out of the bottle.
We never wallows in old dreams.
We recanted new great dreams.


We tried to tame the memory of the merciless rules of life.


You rested your body against me.
We were lover's once.
Friendship took us to the next level.


Now I needed you to listen to my dreams.
Your eyes make me feel strong and wise.


You told me.
"I am safe and unafraid with you.
When I look into your green eyes.
I know I will be alright.
You are my only friend.
You don't look at my wounds and mistakes.
You love me for who I'm."


I kissed your lips.
Brought you closer.
Our hands held tightly giving energy and hope for when two people find
the safety of love and friendship..

We wandered to Big Surf.
Sat by the River Inn small river.
The only noises were Alisa Fineman in the distance.
Singing words of hope and love and
the movement of the wind and river..


I told you.
"We can't let the world to beat us down.
Take away our hopes and dreams.
Cannot  allow people with greed to steal our
goals and desires."


Now sweet dreams are far away.
I can't remember how beautiful you were.


I'm far from the Pacific ocean.
Dreams are so damn far away.
My impoverish soul screams out for
the dreamers of hope and peace.


The treachery of living.
Slowly took parts of me away.
Leaving a empty shell.


I must visualize.
Go back to Monterey.
Listen to Alisa Fineman's voice.
Find Where dreams and hope were as powerful as the sea.


Allow the memory of a beautiful woman.
Who held dreams and hope of peace so strongly.
To make me come alive again.


Today for the sake of three beautiful daughters.


My Muse words are so important.


Life is be lived.
Leave the bad stuff behind.


We need hopeful people with dreams of peace.


For this world to be a better place.



                  Coyote
                   2 June 2009

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. Any mistakes. Please assists. Never too old to learn.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' You are my only friend. ~~ You don't look at my wounds and mistakes. ~~ You love me for who I'm." '

Those are wise, wise words, my friend, and really are based on real love and understanding. This poem is beautiful, is like a magic shawl of past, present and future, remembering, feeling, looking forward knowing that whatever happens that person has put left a glorious light in your life. Your words are quite wistful at times, but joyful too, places, times, togetherness .. lovely. Could warm my hands on this post.

Just one thing, could you turn the 'I'm' into 'I am', perhaps?

[Poeticpiers]

You struck a resonant chord my friend. I too have memories which I cherish
Of how things once were.But life moved and I moved with it.
To be loved for who you are is very rare.And at the time I did not truly understand. But you can't go back to yesterday

[hmm]

I like this, it is deeply profound really.
Wonderful imagery you have as well.
Awesome write.

[Barbara Walker]

I like the imagery in this poem. It's sad and tells it like it is. Too bad we can't imagine our dreams wherever we are, but the negativity can be so strong in some places. Monterey Bay sounds like a great place for dreaming, liking, loving and being. Great write!

[An owl on the moon]

You have the most profoundly moving memories... we are made to dance and linger in your thoughts and find the joy rekindled in fires that never warmed us because your skill is swift and sure, my friend.

[khalid]

it is very romantic when we live the sweetest memories we had. but i think it is no use to cry on the spilt milk. if all my relation with a personn has become to be just memories, no use then to punish myself in living it. just move on and you dont know where the good maybe. maybe the next is better! very nicely written. thanks
khalid

[Luke Ritta]

powerful poem, really enjoyed this..thank you for your amazing writing.

[lostmymarbles487]

i love the imagery you give in this peice. nice job

[Mark]

The idea of a fugitive friend is interesting.

[RaynesMelody]

Its a bittersweet story wrapped up in a poem and its left me speachless.
I loved it.
And I assure you that I'll re-read it over and over again.
It's saved in favourites now. Well done and congratulations on creating such an astounding piece.

[Call_Me_Miss_Imperfect]

This is...... amazing :)