We danced, loved and you never departed my heart

Old poetry with a re-write

  We danced , loved and you never departed my heart.

I'm 55 year old.

I don't believe I'm wiser than when life was to be lived

and challenged.

Time is moving so quickly. Old dreams and wishes appear in my mind.

I want to go back to Monterey and sit upon the sand.

I would play some Leonard Cohen,

drink some sweet wines and dream of you. 

We allowed our lives to become apart.

You went on  to travel the world and  I was left wishing for you.

In sweet dream I dream I never stop loving you and celebrating being alive.

I see us with friends.

Dancing and holding so tightly by the lights of the Monterey night.

I wonder do you ever think of me?

Did you find someone to light up your wild and beautiful spirit?

I close my eyes.

Remember our long sweet kisses leading to our bodies interlocked till the morning light.

We walked the beaches of Monterey for 6 months.

Two hands and hearts holding tightly for we knew our time to dance, love

and  celebrate being together would be but a moment in a life.

I don't feel sadness for the sweet memories of you still warm up my old heart today.

I wish one day to find you. Tell you thank you for teaching me love

and how to  dance by the light of the Monterey moon and celebrate being alive.

                Coyote

                Oct2008    

 

Author's Note

Old memories get better with time

Reviews

[Black Cat Fever]

Yes, how we often long for days gone by. They do seem so much better.
Sometimes they are.

A wonderful poem, very romantic and full of tender longing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. Good memories are needed in old age.

[Black Cat Fever]

You're welcome.

[Mark]

Wow so very sweet and powerful my friend. I wish I had memories like this.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Mark for reading and the comment. Sometime we forget the good days. I wish I knew the good days were few. I would of enjoyed them more.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Very sentimental and lovely my friend. I love the nostalgic, romantic quality of this.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Fabian for reading and the kind words. 12 inches of snow here in Detroit make me wish for a day at Monterey.