Foreword

A Taste Of Paradise is a poetry manuscript modified from a poetry
chapbook I wrote under the guidance of Dr. Ricardo Sanchez.

     - Stephen W. Cote
       July, 1995

A Taste Of Paradise

A Single White Horse, by Stephen W. Cote

A Single White Horse

     Sailing down the destiny river
     M'lady luck held my cards, I shivered
     Well beneath a canvas of stars
     I realize my dreams are just as far

     The river blue turned gold by the bayside
     As I walked the shore of the sandy tide
     Across the Land of amber and acorn
     My heart bleeds for my love forlorn

     Little angelic fairies whispered the way
     As I drowned away my sorrows one lost day
     In the pasture of soul, a single white horse
     Awaits a rider bitter with remorse

     Wild Horses!
     In every single drop of gin
     Wild Horses!
     Deliver me from mortal sin

     On a crossroad between meadow and mountain
     One repulsing the other long forgotten
     A single white horse in the meadow of the damned
     Awaits the arrival of the wicked man

The Awful Surrender Of A Moment's Revelation

     To but watch the natural grace of a heartache
     Is to drink of a liquid as sweet as honey
     For in the taste of the bittersweet victory there is a wake
     Of the distant golden dream that you can only see

Things That Love On Wings

     Fowl cry over ice
     Airborne upon a winter breeze
     Eager eyes searching to chastise
     The holy grace of geese
     Ivory and ash, saintly doves
     Enslaving the hearts of the land bound
     And then are lost in the clouds above
     Leaving us with nothing but an echoing sound

     Eternally embracing a troubled sun
     Well beneath the sky ever so revealing
     A mossy rock feels the pull of motion
     From its hundred year stationary sitting
     The amber and acorn fields unfold
     Into a free and wild Land
     Leaving a bitterness and decay untold
     Of the lonely woman and man
     Through a mountain pass sheltering dawn's light
     The river Destiny feeds the grains
     And in an event of the Lord's unholy might
     The bleeding heart is forgotten, leaving no stain

I Need But Nature To Humble Me

     The flower laughs through leaf and thorn
     -a life to be savored, never disturbed

     Adorning wrists and lapels 
     -nature embraces me with open arms

     From its home the flower is enslaved
     -I can still hear its laughter ring

     It does not take more than a glance
     -all I need for nature to humble me

The Beast Of Loneliness Raging Raging Raging
[Or, Finding A Single White Horse]

     I was able to dodge
     Every single drop of rain
     That dreary cloud ridden day

     But to what avail?
     -I was still cold

     The light - yes, YES! a light?
     Painful, hot and angry
     -and it blinded me

     Free me-
     -a guttural growl-
     From the primal animal of heart and mind
     FREE ME NOW !!

     -and the light
     It is so painful - raging
     I hurt, I rage RAGE !!

     Can the two hear
     Each other crying
     Can the horse bear
     Each of them needing
     As they receive each other
     In the open arms of love
     And then do not care to bother
     To worry of the gray clouds above
     Or the distant thunderstorms
     Or the tidal waves
     Or the plates of land well worn
     For making it summer
     Fashioning an emotion so bold
     For finding me when lost
     In a place never before known
     Finding me the passage most
     Likely to bring me home
     For sharing your dreams
     When I prayed for a sin
     For embracing me, it seems
     When I had no reason to live
     For playing the game
     Of a friendship charade
     Asking questions that maim
     And are answered the same
     For knowing the limits
     Of a bottomless heart
     Finding a way to love it
     So it would never break apart
     For crossing the land
     With worry and remorse
     Finding emotions at hand
     And a single white horse
     And by the everlasting grace of God,
     You know that I thank you
     In my heartfelt prayers I hope you both will hear
     My dear, you know that I love you.

A little hopelessly romantic and very very vague and symbolic, but after all...love really isn't something I think I can ever understand completely. Can you?

- Stephen

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Copyright 1995, Stephen W. Cote and The Writer's Gallery.

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