Truth or dare?

Poetry

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Take no chance, have no fun?

Truth or dare?

She offered me a smile and a hello. I was besieged by her beauty and she asked me to dance the Texas two-step and I agreed. I held her close and told her, I am the lucky one.

She smiled and she whispered, thank you for the dance. You are too kind and too generous. Many out-laws and dangerous ladies in these dance halls of Texas, you can be playing truth or dare?

She kissed my cheek and whispered. Soldier, I like your style. Real men don’t rush into the fire, they allow the flame to grow and become strong. Today I’m the fortunate one to have met you.

I kissed her forehead and I told her. I’m the lucky one.

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                        My sweetest friend…

I was the dark poet and you were the prettiest flower of old Monterey, I was seeking the good death and you were seeking the Winter storms to suicide board the sea. You told me, all of us live in sin, we will die in sin. We are just shadows dancing upon the earth for a moment,

We will be like the sea, know dark tides, great storms and the peaceful sea. We will rarely show our real face and the shadows of mistakes made, Can kill the innocence of our youth.

War, life and regret, all of us shall know. We must go to the sea. Pray to the moon and the stars for forgiveness. Unravel the follies made and become better.

I told her. My sweetest friend, my kindest teacher, when you are near. The world is sweeter and more wonderful.

Thank you for befriended me and saving my soul.

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                   Lake Huron…

Misi-zaagiing, Ojibwa tribe called her the quiet storm.

Lake Huron, never tamed and always beautiful.

Blessed and ancient people knew,

The great lake was life,

Respect her, drink of her. Be generous in prayers for her gifts.

Misi-zaagiing, she can be the dangerous storms,

Place of serenity and a miracle of the Gods for us,

Who love the forest, the river, the lakes and the clean air.

Dancing Coyote