Where will this road lead us?

Where will this road lead us?

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

 Love can be dead in heart. Awoke with one sweet kiss. 

(Johnnie in Monterey in 1992.)

Where will this road lead us?

Love has become a raging torment in my heart and mind.

I was blinded by disappointment and hate.

Love has forsaken me.

This was the love I knew.

I have tasted it.

Tasted it sweetness and

I knew the fall from paradise would burn my heart and soul.

I spend restless nights in one-night stands

trying to satisfy my hunger with woman

who were forsaken by love also.

I was happy reading at Poetry readings and writing my poetry by the sea alone.

I became the angry poet and

I accepted, I would not find my kind angel.

My tears had evaporated into the wind

and my heart was cold and lifeless.

I sat at the Monterey Bay.

Wondering what the mystery the sea held about love and sadness.

A beautiful young woman sat with me.

Her long black hair rolling down her back and kind smile asked.

How are you, my Poet?”

I told her I’m well and thanked her for stopping to talk with me.

She was so lovely.

Her soft and tender  voice told me of great dreams and a life full of hope.

She gazed at me sadly.

She whispered. I remember when you could overflow a room with laughter.

Your poetry creates tears and little joy now.

I don’t answer her, or I don’t look at her.

I could feel her pity and

I didn’t want to see her gazing at me sadly.

I told her I was forsaken by love, and I don’t desire the dance of love again.

I will seek my peace near the sea, free climbing the free mountains.

She took my hand.

She told me. I must learn to feel and love. Time is the only cure for an open wound.

You need to fall back into love, body and soul.

The fainthearted need to be bold

and raging mad for love is what separate us

from being dead and alone.

Her soft  brown eyes I could feel looking at me..

She whispered. I was born to love you only.

I waited till your heart had time to heal.

Love is tender, generous and can break your spirit.

She kissed my forehead and face.

She raised me up from the sand.

Gave me a long and tender kisses.

Brought my body close to her.

She whispered.

We will see where the road will lead us my Poet.

Must open the door to love and passion.

To know you are alive.

I walked with my right hand held by a kind woman.

Walls of fear were fading away and

I looked to the Pacific.

I did a silence prayer of thankfulness to the sea and the kind woman.

        Coyote

        1992