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Must open to new doors to know joy. “Show me the way to love.”

June 23, 2014 9:40 pm


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Show me the way to love.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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A poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful is when we have no fear of disappointment.

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                         Show me the way to love

I found her sitting alone on a Friday night.
Sipping a rum and coke.
I requested to sit with her.
She gave a half smile and told me.
“Seat is empty. I ain’t much company tonight.”

I sat with a sad blue eye beauty. Sitting alone at the Germany guesthaus.
Her long blond hair flowing down her back.
Leaning into a rum and coke like it was her last chance.

I bought her another drink.
I asked for her tale.
She smiled and whispered.
“Same old tale. Fell in love. Love was good. Then somehow the love
evaporated into the wind and nothing was left.”

We went to the quiet lake near the guesthaus and sat together on the ground.
I told her. “Look at the moon. It is a liar moon. Almost full and complete. Make
people wish for things they can’t have.”

Her blue eyes seem to looked through me.
She asked. ” Do we need love. Are words of love just gratitude for the gift
of sex?’

I took her hand. Raised her off the ground.
We walked in silence.
I told her. “Love can be a fool’s game. Wasted words and wasted emotion
leave the heart to mourn for the desire of the body.”

She asked did I work in the morning?
I told her I was free  till Monday.
She asked me to go home with her.
I told her. “If you like. You are so beautiful and sad. I don’t want to add to
your burden.”

She smiled. and told me.
“Sometime we need a friend. Someone to hold. You make me laugh and I need to
laugh tonight and tomorrow.”

In the quiet of her bedroom. I caressed her face and hair. She asked did I need more?
I whispered. “We have time. You are tire and you need rest.”
She fell asleep. I was thankful for her warm body near. I knew her pain and
didn’t desire to use and run.

I awoke to the smell of coffee.
I went to her small kitchen.
She was smiling and content.
She thanks me for not taking advantage.

I went to her.
Put my arms around her.
She started to cry.

I whispered to her.
“Give me your loneliness.
Allow me to bring laughter back into your life.
Let me replace the sadness with good days.
Life can be hard. If we move slow and easy.
Love may come?

She looked outside to the summer sun.
Told me. “I feel your fear and sadness.
We are both lonely and sad.
I need your caress and hope.
Let’s put the bad memories aside and try to create good days.”

We sealed a dreamer’s promise with a gentle kiss.

I told her. “Love is hard to maintain. We need to drink some good red wine.
Learn each other dreams. We need to dance and laugh. Let’s have great conversations then allow the love to come at the proper pace. Passion last for a short time. Love need to last forever.”

We left her apartment. Our hands together and fear and disappointment was escaping into the wind.

Hope and love was trying to rebirth.
I was thankful.

Coyote
summer 1979

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11 Responses to “Must open to new doors to know joy. “Show me the way to love.””

  1. I felt so gripped by your words… Just awesome… I loved it…. Seriously…. So good…. And by the way I’d be more than glad to have you read my blog… Just take a look…. I hope you’ll like it… https://pratheekreddy68.wordpress.com and please tell me how it is if possible…

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    By pratheekreddy68 on June 24, 2014 at 10:18 am

  2. In 1979 I would have been all over this kind of loving expression. A good heart always wins in the long run.

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    By Joan T Warren on June 24, 2014 at 12:46 am

    1. Time can make us less hopeful. Thank you for reading and the comment.

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      By johncoyote on June 24, 2014 at 1:37 am

      1. Yes, you’re right. There must still be a whimsy of hope in love in you, though, or you wouldn’t have published it.

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        By Joan T Warren on June 24, 2014 at 1:44 am

  3. Such lovely prose.

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    By Reenie Denver on June 23, 2014 at 10:39 pm

    1. Thank you Reenie. I appreciate the comment.

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      By johncoyote on June 23, 2014 at 10:47 pm

  4. When I read I feel drunk on your words like being over served with grace. We should drink good wine, But I love cheap pink champagne with a dash of orange juice with the bubbly Its the best two people can give to themselves and to each other, freely to making it last. To not have to defend what we love, what we love we need and to drink life up and laugh everyday at nothing and we would all love each other more and to be good to you, or because in some way or other I need a you and I’m getting you in a good time. I think we need to do this.
    I am ranting i do that sometimes when I get excited. Sorry

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    By Catnip on June 23, 2014 at 10:17 pm

    1. Me too. Life can become too organized. We need to be wild and crazy sometimes.

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      By johncoyote on June 23, 2014 at 10:23 pm

      1. This is my favorite I think, it made me crazy. a good kind of crazy. Wow!

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        By Catnip on June 23, 2014 at 10:37 pm

  5. Beautiful

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    By Jayme on June 23, 2014 at 10:04 pm

    1. Thank you Jayme.

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      By johncoyote on June 23, 2014 at 10:05 pm

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