Fool’s gold.

The irony of life, we learn too late, we can’t have everything we want.

I remember you, a breathtaking beauty who listen to my words, my poetry.

You held my hands and we discussed everything.

I knew I loved you and I remember those marvelous hazel eyes,

those eyes made me forget I was Winter and you were Summer.

You played your guitar and you sang to me at the Monterey bay every weekend.

I told you, “You are more wonderful than the sea, a miracle to my eyes.

Love is fool’s gold, we are always too early or too late to know the ambrosia of love.

I wish I knew you yesterday, when you were a tumble weed in Texas desert.

Now we are stealing time and I am just falling at your feet, needing to hear your

voice and steal some kisses.”

You laughed at my words, and you told me. You are my soulmate, my California kindness and I live a lonely life. We befall into places where we cannot escape. Dear Johnnie, we kiss and we never tell. I love how you see me, I feel so beautiful in your eyes. You make me feel special and you my rare kindness received.

Today I hold letters, pretty words written from a faraway angel. I raised my whiskey, tell the lonely ashtray,  “To the most beautiful girl I had ever knew. To fool’s gold and wishing well wishes. The murderers of our kindness.”

Dancing Coyote