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

[.]

Beautifully written, my dear friend. I feel like we have all been in this situation before, and sometimes it can be a painful process to overcome. Great job(as always).

[quinfinn]

beautifully written, full of memories and wishful thinking. i think we all tend to take that path from time to time, i know i do, and quite often. if we could go back and have a do over, do you think we would make the same choices? i think everything is set in motion by our actions and there is no changing the outcome. awesome write, Coyote

[Becky C Strukamp]

First coyote, I love the title of this poem, it is so fitting and draws one in immediately. This was so right for me to read to today as I have recently journeyed back into the far corners of my past and had these same wonders. You have so beautifully crafted ones journey into "what could have been" "if I would have fought harder" I think those thoughts every day. I love reading your poems and this is wonderful. thanks for sharing.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh those moments we would like to do over are the ones that haunt us more than the mistakes we make trying.

A very bittersweet poem but beautifully penned.