Death will bring peace… and the great Johnny Cash song.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
A old true story. 
Death will bring peace…
A pretty and kind Angel sleeps alone.
She turns from love and accepted solitude.
In the darkness of lonely nights.
She wished for more hellos and less goodbyes.
Old men sitting in the back of the corner bar.
Sitting with friends drinking shots of whiskey.
Old timer Joe toasts to a woman left alone so long ago.
The woman who once held love as her will to be alive.
Tells her lovers now.
All I have to give is flesh and bones now.
Her eyes empty and sad.
Her hunger now is to feel a man inside her.
Her last emotion.
Liars pay the Devil his due.
The lair of the storytellers and fool’s is always filled with more sinners.
Old Joe told me, whiskey won’t take your sadness away.
Those damn memories come back and leave you empty
and wishing for some kind of peace.
He took my hand.
He whispered, I broke a Angel heart.
Left her for dead,
than my heart died too.
Karma is a fair judge.
Fools who wasted love will die alone and be in hell forever.
He smiled and slapped my back.
He told me, it is Valentine day.
Go home to your wife.
Buy her flowers for her and tell her how much you need and love her.
Hell is too damn full already.
He took my whiskey and he drank it.
He turned away.
A woman sit on her porch.
She dreamed, she is young and beautiful again.
She wishes on the first star.
Please tell Joe I forgive him and I hope he okay.
Old Joe died on a Sunday from too much whiskey.
A few of us show up and to say goodbye.
We knew he died of loneliness and a broken heart.
A solace woman sat with tears in her eyes.
I sat with her.
I told her what Joe told us.
He would be waiting in Purgatory for the one’s who wasted words and the gift of love.
She kissed my cheek and walked into the street.
I leave the funeral and go to my wife.
I told her she is my will to be alive.
My only sweet dream.
Coyote
14 Feb 1998