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..


The beauty of the Monterey bay.
Leave us 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 shared 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.
I feel like a century in age.
Young girl sat at my feet.
She read poetry of suicide and cutting.
I read my poetry of my brothers,
killed by their own hands.


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


I tried to dilute her pain and affliction with stories
of possibilities and a new day.


We walked the beach of Monterey and
we watched 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 hidden safely away.


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


She asked me.
Her blue eyes searching my eyes.
Would you stay with me? Then smiles.
I wrote a poem for you, she whispered.


                  “Open the door to my heart.
                  Night has fallen and
                  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 betrays 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 bring her warm body against me and
we danced the waltz of dreams and hope.
The music of the waves are our orchestral and
the wind whisper a sweet love song.


She begin with gentle and sweet kiss.
Her body tremble with fear as her walls of 
fear begin to fall away.
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.
She asked 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 whispered.
Love take time and kindness.




                      Coyote
                   1 August 2009