A poem for April. Poetry month. Choose what you love most..
(Choose what you love. Let it kill you. Lara Fabian.)
We can masquerade as empty shadows. Live for useless things. Once free man forgot his face, once free man lost his dreams. Now the fragrance of memories. Remind him. Great dreams don’t die, just become forgotten and in sweet dreams. We can win.
You cannot stop time. The curse of time make hopeful heart and mind seek the easy path. A subdued life, we become old men who concealed his words, his thoughts.
Old man found the Lake St. Clair and he told her. I am with you dear goddess of the lake. Do you remember me? The dancing water whispered to him. Choose what you love, Johnnie. You ain’t done yet. The world is wide and long. We decide our journey. Maybe time for a free-fall into some craziness. A sane life leave us looking for death, not running from her.
I rose-up and I took my shoes. Allowed the cold May Lake St. Clair to caress my feet. The coldness of the water awoke my mind. I went to my car and I drove to Port Austin. I walked the long pier and I told the lake Huron. I am here with you Big water. I have my books to read, new notebooks to write in and I understand dear goddess of the lake.
I will find my craziness, I will find my laughter again. I know now. We must choose what we love. Find the face of hope, find the face of that is true. Live without fear. Be brave.
Coyote