Fire, the flames and you

Some people can inflame us.

                          Fire, the flames and you

You are my river of joy.
My muse in  the mist of confusion.

I have hurt myself often, set fire to my dreams and watched my hope fly away to the flames of disappointment.
Today my cuts and bruises seem less painful because.

You are with me.
Accepted my battered body.
Stayed with me in the good and the bad days.

You are my beauty.
My endless  sea of hope and new dreams.

Dear muse.
I watched you dance with the gentle morning waves.
Your long hair free and wild in the early morning wind.
I looked at the rising sun and I told her.

She is my sun. She is the one who lights up my day.
She is my laughter that burned away my sadness and disappointment.
She is love. A unforgettable place and time for me to rest.

                     Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

A new poem. I hope you like.

Reviews

[The Black Warrior]

Beautifully done, so captivating, intriguing and sweet!

My fav. line

You are my river of joy.
My muse in the mist of confusion.

You are my beauty.
My endless sea of hope and new dreams.

I love this poem

~Suk

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Suk. Good music give us reasons to write.

[The Black Warrior]

Very true Coyote... Funny thing is that I wrote a poem based on a song that I like a lot.

read moreVery true Coyote... Funny thing is that I wrote a poem based on a song that I like a lot.

Thank you for sharing!

[Pryde Foltz]

Dear muse.
I watched you dance with the gentle morning waves.
Your long hair free and wild in the early morning wind.
I looked at the rising sun and I told her.

Gorgeous write, Coyote:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Pryde. Good song make us write.

[Lyn Anderson]

You have captured so much here. Love, life, acceptance, and an understanding of one's own flaws and imperfections, and having appreciation for someone who overlooks those flaws. Beautiful.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. Good song make us write good poetry.

[Ed Hart]

your seasoned heart deserves the kindness of an angel, a season of rest

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ed. I appreciate the comment my friend.