Thank you for the dance

Thank you for the dance

A Poem by Coyote Poetry

                            Thank you for the dance
Once, by the sea.
We confessed love to each other and to the Pacific ocean.
Once, we danced.
Danced for the moon and for the stars above.
Once, we were brave.
We believed we could save our world.
One, two, three, four, to the right.
I do remember.
One, two, three, four to the left
We held so tightly.
Like we knew.
Our dreams would die,
be forgotten.
Now I dance alone and
I did learn what you knew.
Life is in the front of us.
Today we must celebrate the new day,
find something to make us laugh and smile.
I found the Pacific sea again.
I asked the moon,
Do you remember me, the laughing American.
I remember you my Boston gal,
who could drink and sing till the new sun was born.
Who smile and laughter could light-up my heart and dreams.
Around and around we shall go my dear love.
Maybe one day,
old bones and all,'
we can drink the tequila and dance for the sea.
Would be last wish for the laughing American.
                   Dancing Coyote

© 2020 Coyote Poetry


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Coyote Poetry
Just some words.

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Now you dance alone...this one pains but I have learnt that we should make the best out of every opportunity so that when the time to write down those memories come, we will come out with a superb write such as this.

Posted 5 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

5 Years Ago

Thank you dear Cassie. I went back to Monterey in May of 2018. The old city, still haunting and beau.. read more
Yesterday’s memories must illuminate our todays...the past is a dream and makes our present more beautiful and worth celebrating...I love this poem for such profound truths stated so simply and beautifully.

Posted 6 Years Ago


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Coyote Poetry

6 Years Ago

Thank you dear Divya. I agree. Memories, the poet's wealth.
dear John... I once danced by the Pacific Ocean... in 1959 when innocence was profound. The spray from the breakers
would leave a prolific sound... when memories
dance round and round. truly, Pat


Posted 6 Years Ago


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Coyote Poetry

6 Years Ago

Thank you dear Pat. Always good to danced near the sea with a beloved.

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A Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..