You and I?

You and I?

A Poem by Coyote Poetry
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                                 You and I?

A long time ago. We had the same hope and dreams.  We found each other again, drowning in old regret and good whiskey in the dark Texas taverns. You told me. I'm an empty book. People, places and bad memories were erased and now I'm content with silence. My wild heart is cold and empty now. Love taught me well. Last change or first chance. No-one can win.

Willie Nelson sang "  Blue eyes crying in the rain" as we danced the Texas two-step on a crowded floor in Austin. Her sovereign eyes surveyed my eyes and I knew she was looking for a ounce of hope in my words. I told her. Beautiful Jenny. Love demand payment. The lullaby of love is fair. If we are honest and true. Love will find us. Dear Jenny, if you want nothing. This is what you shall find and know. You and I were too hungry. Wanted everything and wanted not to make payment for the gift of love.

I remember you. You gentle blue eyes, flowing auburn hair and long legs twisted around me. We didn't make love. We were dwelling in the heat of passion that always need and want more. The corruption of lust leave the heart to mourn and the body to seek more.

She smiled and she asked me. Do all sorrowful ending have a sad ending? Do we give in and accept less?  Are some people needs and want too much for one love? I whispered to her.

Shadows and mirrors.
The ritual of the cold night where two people fall together to become one.
Love is illusion and wishes. Real lovers hold on tightly.
We must forgive ourselves and than we can forgive the bad deeds and actions given and received.
Always a ounce of hope for the midnight lovers.
You are here with me and I'm here with you.
You have haunted my memory for 7 years. Today I would forgive you for one more days to hold you close.
When the smoke and mirrors see the light of the new day. Love can find the daylight of the new day.

Jenny smiled and brought me closer. She told me. Maybe we can outlast the curses of bad decisions. Please Johnnie. Hang around and keep me company. We may not find love, maybe we can find laughter, joy and many dances. Love want a heavy payment and today I need a friend.

Two people danced to the good song in the Texas tavern. The kind Angels were praying for the heart and soul of two people dead in hope. Praying for the rebirth of kindness and love.
                                Coyote/John Castellenas

                                


© 2015 Coyote Poetry


Author's Note

Coyote Poetry
Love demand payment. Walk carefully on the soft ground of love. Thank you for reading and the comment.

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This is like a prayer to memory, self and other players in one's life. It is gently, melancholically wise, and at the same time complex and frustrated - as if trying to reach out and gather close some unattainable freedom. It is tragic in that sense, and I think it speaks with real soul and intelligence about the complications of feelings, and their subtly -sometimes terrible- volatile and fickle nature.
This poetic prose (or prosaic poetry - it shares borders and territory here) is like voluminous water pushing back on simple thought. The style of content is rather like a cocktail of shifting times, all now and then mixed together at once - just like a kind of daydream, and like trying to put meaning to thoughts and feelings that are somehow inscrutable.
A very interesting, atmospheric piece of romantic introspection and philosophic analysis - but with great feeling and sense of experience.

NB you might want to read it back again and check on a few small omissions in syntax.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

8 Years Ago

Thank you for the help and reading. I do appreciate.



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This is like a prayer to memory, self and other players in one's life. It is gently, melancholically wise, and at the same time complex and frustrated - as if trying to reach out and gather close some unattainable freedom. It is tragic in that sense, and I think it speaks with real soul and intelligence about the complications of feelings, and their subtly -sometimes terrible- volatile and fickle nature.
This poetic prose (or prosaic poetry - it shares borders and territory here) is like voluminous water pushing back on simple thought. The style of content is rather like a cocktail of shifting times, all now and then mixed together at once - just like a kind of daydream, and like trying to put meaning to thoughts and feelings that are somehow inscrutable.
A very interesting, atmospheric piece of romantic introspection and philosophic analysis - but with great feeling and sense of experience.

NB you might want to read it back again and check on a few small omissions in syntax.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

8 Years Ago

Thank you for the help and reading. I do appreciate.
Wow Coyote this is sad and profound as you depict two people seemingly incapable of loving one another yet feeling a strong bond.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

8 Years Ago

You are right and thank you John for reading and the comment.
Another interesting tale of love/love gone wrong. The question begs is the price to high or are we willing to pay it? Great write John.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

8 Years Ago

The price of love does cost. But it is worth the effort. Thank you dear Poet for reading and the com.. read more
A epic write COYOTE on a loved shared however brief, etched on your heart, memories. What an impact like a comet hitting Earth!

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

I'm already cramming on reading, my music! a work collegue just died this week at 58 from cancer! Ho.. read more
Coyote Poetry

8 Years Ago

Cancer took two workers husbands. Good health is a blessing.
andrew mitchell

8 Years Ago

I lost a work colleague last week from Cancer 58 yrs old. You can't buy good health
john,this is really great story and music,i believe it`s real

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Coyote Poetry

8 Years Ago

Was a true story. Three times I found this woman. Always wrong place and time. She still a good memo.. read more
 wordman

8 Years Ago

my pleasure john

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