The stormy sea

The Stormy Sea

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
When dreams die. We have no reason or purpose. Need to keep hope and love alive.

                        The stormy sea

(May-day poetry eighteen)


The beauty of the Monterey bay, left me feeling peaceful and thankful. The Poets read at the Pacific Grove coffee shop tonight. The 20 or so people enjoy hearing the words of the Poet’s willing to share their words.


Six Poets old and young after the reading share some wine and beer on the cliffs of Pacific Groves. The cliffs are amazing. You can see for miles the powerful Pacific ocean. In the daytime, you can see the whales swimming by in the distance.


I’m 34 years old and I feel like a century in age. A young girl sat at my feet and she read poetry of suicide and cutting.
I read my poetry of my brothers, killed by their own hands.


She is holding my hand and she told me, her life has become a useless journey. 25 years old and condemn to sadness and destitute by bad decisions.


I tried to dilute her pain and affliction with my stories of possibilities and great dreams. The enchantment of the sea, I told her. Like us, always moving and dancing. Seeking proper place to rest.


We walked the beach of Monterey. and we watch the waves dance upon the shore. The melody of the breezes whispered secrets of lovers who walked before us.


Only the ocean and the moon know the secret of passion and sadness of the great lovers, now hidden safely away.


I watched her run into the cold ocean water, her red silk dress and bare feet being kissed by the sea. Her long brown hair flowing in the wind. So beautiful.


She asked me. Her blue eyes searching my eyes. Would you stay with me tonight? Then she smiled. She told me. I wrote you a poem.


                 ” Open the door to my heart.
                  Night has fallen.
                  Let’s ascend slowly.
                  Dance with me under the 
                  Monterey moon.


                  Let’s remove the barricade
                  of disappointment.
                  Even if we are just
                  a mirage.
                  Please entice my heart to
                  come alive.”

I told her. I blundered and betrayed many in the emotion of love. You are exquisite and so beautiful. Your kiss would be a elixir to open my heart.


She smile and pull me up. She brought her warm body against me. We dance the waltz of dreams and hope. The music of the waves are our orchestral and the wind whispered a sweet love song.


She begin with gentle and sweet kiss and her body tremble with fear as her wall of fear begin to fall apart. Longer and sweeter kisses lead us to opening new dreams.


The light of morning. Two strangers, now friends. Opened new doors to emotion and love.


Her eyes are bright and hopeful now and she ask me is it too late to know love? To swim in the real passion and desire?


I smiled and brought her close. I told her. We must rise from the ash and asphalt. I have tasted your sweet lips. Now neither night or sleep will keep me from trying to bring joy and laughter into your life. My sweet and sad Poet. I want your dreams to  flourish to hope and great possibility. I want to make you smile and learn to be brave again.

She whispered. Love take time and kindness. We have time dear friend.




                      Coyote
                   1 August 2009