Show me the way to love.

Show me the way to love.

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

 A poem written in 1979. Being young and hopeful is when we have no fear of disappointment. 

                         Show me the way to love.

I found her sitting alone on a Friday night.
Sipping a rum and coke.
I requested to sit with her.
She gave a half smile and she told me.
Seat is empty. I am not much company tonight.

I sat with a sad blue eye beauty. Sitting alone at the Germany guest Haus.
Her long blond hair flowing down her back and
she is leaning into a rum and coke like it was her last chance.

I bought her another drink and
I asked for her tale.
She smiled and whispered.
Same old tale. Fell in love and the love was good. Then somehow the love
evaporated into the wind and nothing was left.

We went to the quiet lake near the guest Haus and sat together on the ground.
I told her. Look at the moon. It is a liar moon. Half full and dancing. Make
people wish for things they can’t have.

Her blue eyes seem to look through me.
She asked. Do we need love. Are words of love just gratitude for the gift
of sex?

I took her hand and I raised her off the ground.
We walked in silence.
I told her. Love can be a fool’s game. Wasted words and wasted emotion
leave the heart to mourn for the desire of the body.

She asked did I work in the morning?
I told her I was free till Monday and
she asked me to go home with her.
I told her. If you like. You are so beautiful and sad. I don’t want to add to
your burden.

She smiled and told me.
Sometimes we need a friend, someone to hold. You make me laugh and I need to
laugh tonight and tomorrow.

In the quiet of her bedroom. I caressed her face and hair. She asked did I need more?
I whispered. We have time. You are tired and you need rest.
She fell asleep. I was thankful for her warm body nearby. I knew her pain and
didn’t desire to use and run.

I awoke to the smell of coffee and
I went to her small kitchen.
She was smiling and content.
She thanks me for not taking advantage of her.

I went to her and
I put my arms around her.
She started to cry.

I told to her.
Give me your loneliness, release your sadness into me.
Allow me to bring laughter back into your life.
Let me replace the sadness with good days.
Life can be hard. If we move slow and easy.
Love may come.

She looked outside to the summer sun.
She told me. I feel your fear and sadness.
We are both lonely and sad.
I need your caress and hope.
Let’s put the bad memories aside and try to create some good days.

We sealed a dreamer’s promise with a gentle kiss.

I told her. Love is hard to maintain. We need to drink some good red wine.
Teach each new dreams. We need to dance and laugh. Let’s have great conversations then allow the love to come at the proper pace. Passion last for a short time. Love needs to last forever.

We left her apartment. Our hands together and fear and disappointment were escaping into the wind.

Hope and love was trying to rebirth.
I was thankful.

                           Coyote
                        summer 1979