We must fall from the pinnacle of love.

We must fall from the pinnacle of love.

We must fall from the pinnacle of love
my kind and sweet friend.

At the gate of paradise.
We can play the fool.
Can dance in the mist of sweet love and emotion.

Sweet young woman.
Condemned herself to be alone.

She sat with me on a bench by the Monterey Bay.
Her baby in her arms.
We watched the waves dancing on the shoreline.

I read my poetry to her.
Her red hair flowing in the wind,
her gentle blue eyes.

Leaves me helpless.
Her beauty abates me.
I allowed her affliction to overtake her now.

Her breathtaking beauty.
Allow me to write
words of love and disappointment.
She is my broken hearted muse.

She asked me.
When the days are long and become weary.
What is our purpose?

She whispered love has left me abandon and alone.
Soft tears flow from her gentle blue eyes.

I told her days are long.
Wine can be sweet.
Heartaches heal with time.

If we fall and don’t get up.
Death isn’t peace.
Will become only a excuse when we are alone
and another casualty in the emotion of love and hate.

I picked her up.
The three of us walk into the sea.
I told her the sun rises from the east every morning.
Will fall into the sea in the evening.

We must not allow the havoc of a broken heart to
blind us from a beautiful day.

My exquisite beauty. Gives me a beautiful smile.
Hold my hand tighter.

She whispered I will try my Poet Friend.

Coyote
20 Sept 2009