Show me the way to love..

August poem number five. A rewrite.

(Photo of my Daniela in 1978 and my first published poem somewhere. Written in 1979.)

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. She was sipping a rum and coke and I requested to sit with her. She gave a half smile and told me. The seat is empty. I ain’t much company tonight soldier.

I sat with a sad blue eye beauty. She was sitting alone at the Germany Guest haus. Her long blond hair flowing down her back. 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. 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. Almost full and complete. Make people wish for things they can’t have.”

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

I took her hand. Raised her off the ground and we walked in silence for awhile. 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. 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. Sometime we need a friend, someone to hold us. 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 tire and you need rest. She fell asleep. I was thankful for her warm body near. 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 sadness.

I went to her and I put my arms around her. She started to cry and I whispered to her.
“Please give me your loneliness.
Please 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? Maybe I can make you smile again?”

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. Learn each other 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 need to last forever.

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

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

                           Coyote
                        summer 1979

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Marina]

Your first ever poem? Well, it's certainly infused with humanity and passion. That you never took advantage of her sadness and added to her burdens, but listened and showed her human kindness and compassion speaks volumes of your chivalry and gentleman's soul. This was no doubt the first of many, many poems from your pen, so one you should always hold close to your heart. A lovely life experience well written on the page. 💛

[Coyote Poetry]

Was first published poem. I always wrote into journals. I always love to write. Thank you dear Marina for reading and the comment.

[Shelley Warner]

Such a thoughtful loving poem/story. I like that the narrator decides to let love happen if it will.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Shelley for reading and the comment. Love comes, when love wants.

[Shelley Warner]

Yes, that is true.

[Patricia Wedel]

Love is Never-ending… it is the Embroidery that colors our Life with Flowers and scents of Jasmine by the Sea. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Pat. Thank you for reading and leaving your gentle and beautiful words.