The quiet of the day.
The quiet of the day..
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
About a friend, a Bosnian woman who wanted quiet and her garden. 
The quiet of the day..
He went to her home and he looked forward to hear her speak.
She loved the posies and she loved the songs of today.
And she loved the song of yesterday
He called her my beautiful Dove and she called him, her dearest friend.
Once she wanted to know love blessing and
she wanted to dance in the rain near the sea.
She wanted to be surrounded by the beautiful song and
the safety of her garden.
She was born to war, guns and bombs were her lullabies of her youth.
She wanted to live and die with the sound of the sea near,
quiet nights and gentle voices near.
She told me, I love you Johnnie.
You don’t ask questions and you bring me fresh flowers to plant.
You bring good wine for me to drink and you read your new work to me.
You understand my need of the quiet of the day, the quiet of the night.
I took her hands and I held her hands. I told her.
Let’s walk to the sea and let’s wait for the morning.
We can pray for calm and peace my dear beautiful Dove.
She told me. When I was 10 years old, I was surrounded by war and
I am blessed to be in Monterey today. I am glad you found me and befriended me.
With you, I feel safe and the memories of yesterday seem faraway.
Dancing Coyote
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