Dreams, wishes and whispers.

Beautiful faces appear making you wish for different decisions and better endings.

                                  Dreams, wishes and whispers.

Old age make us ponder thoughts and decisions.
We travel back in time and
we wonder if we were kinder and more gentle.
Would true love not faded and became nightmares and sweet dreams?

Some faces haunt my dreams.
Open doors closed by life and poor decisions.
I whisper sweet names in secret dreams and hidden places.
Remembering sweet long warm kisses, laughter and being fearless in the emotion
of love.

I remember beautiful brown eyed and two people dancing on dangerous ground.
Going places where there was no safety wire or possibility of a happy ending.

I wished often in my life to be able to hold a memories and travel back in time.
To change the past and maybe allow true love to flourish and grow.
Not leave unanswered questions and desired bury deep in the mind and heart.

Whispers of sweet voices appear in my dreams.
Remembering the sweet taste of soft skin and swimming in the tender touches of
young and innocent love.

The passing of time.
Bring back the mystery and beauty of youth.
I would love to see my brown eyed beauty again.
I know we have travel to different places and made many decisions.
I wonder does she remember me?

I would tell my lost love.
"I should of held on tighter and fought to keep the love alive."
I know you can't go back in time.

All we have is.
Dreams, wishes and whispers.

                         Coyote
                       9 March 2013

Author's Note

Finally a new poem. Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Tree]

I liked the tone of this, the humble and thoughtful way you trace back your steps. I see that in a lot of your work. There are so many questions we have about the beauty, and the cruelty of time. It is this very dichotomy that drives learned men and women to seek some semblance of an answer, to these perplexing questions. Remembrance is at the core of most of my work, too. And my intuition tells me that we are given the illusion of time and memory in order too reflect, and to learn. Grow our souls, right. I can not think of another reason why we would carry that burden....

A moving piece, Coyote

[The dark story]

"I wished often in my life to be able to hold a memories and travel back in time.
To change the past and maybe allow true love to flourish and grow.
Not leave unanswered questions and desired bury deep in the mind and heart."...these lines truly touched me...it is an awesome write so great and sweet in emotional...thanks for sgharing it with us!!

[Miss Coral]

(I think I used to talk to you on an old account I had and just remade. Cool to see you're still around.)
Nice piece, but I think that perhaps if you were to open up and expand the length of your lines, it might help you even out and smooth the rhythm. The habitual stop at the end of each line made the rhythm kind of predictable and bland in my opinion, but the rest was really great. Nicely done.

[Helen Woodward]

My dear Coyote...do keep writing my friend. Your words are heavily peppered with truth and understanding. By not allowing true love to flourish and grow we miss out on so much that love has to offer us all. You can...and do go back in time to happier thoughts that now bring tears.
Life is a never-ending battle of the choices we made.
Just beautiful!!
Blesssssssssssssssssssssssss

[Stacey Watts]

I like the way you crafted this piece. You take us on a journey of love and the the loss thereof. Your words are beautiful but yet there is a somber loss there. Sometimes the past can haunt us in too many various ways.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

we certainly can't keep stumbling over yesterday, we have to move on and it is so hard. This is a wonderful and wise piece you have penned Dear Coyote.

[Jessica]

Definitely a poem to make you think. One of the most powerful quotes I've heard that has changed my perspective is "Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn't do than by the things you did do." (Mark Twain) Your poem made me think that perhaps although 'all we have are dreams, wishes, and whispers,' we must follow those nudges from within ourselves to create the only thing that we can take with us no matter what- memories...

Enjoyed this poem- look forward to future writing of yours :)

[Animal_Poet]

Superb work, Coyote.

[KAREN]

And your new poem is going into my FAV box. So beautiful words escapes me! BRAVO!
100/100

[Robert James Parfett]

Very moving and left me with a tear in my eye. Certainly leaves you thinking.