Let's drink and pray for more

                         


                                Let's drink and pray for more


Wild child danced alone on Austin Dance floor.
Barely old enough to be in the dark taverns of Downtown Austin.
Her wild eyes searched for what she needed.

I loved her free-flowing auburn -colored hair and long skirt moving with the song.
Her movement allowed me  glances of perfect legs and tender shoulders in her Summer blouse.

She came to me. She smiled and she asked me. Dear Poet. Not dancing tonight. Afraid of the ending before the beginning."  I told her.  Dear hard headed woman. I wrote a song for you.

--
Blue eyes beauty. In your eyes I cannot escape.
This song is for you my lover.
My words of love for a wild and free wind.
Dear Jenny.
You make love become multi-colored and a free-falling dance.
Made my quiet nights turn to illusions of wild rivers and great storms.
Your fingertips upon my skin made me a beggar for your love and kiss.
Old Poet does know the ending. Can't hold the wind in your hands and
can't hold down a wild child in heart.
Free wind and free-children are blessed.
Knowing no locked doors and not fearing the ending.
Just loving the beginnings.
--
Pretty Jenny took me to the dance floor and I kissed her neck and face.
She whispered. "Love should be free and wild. Our midnight wishes becoming true.
True love should allow love to have wings and love to be sang to the heavens.
Make the God jealous. Let's drink and pray for more my love."

A hard headed lady and a blessed man danced to Willie Nelson song.
The Poet knew. The night was coming and he held a alluring angel.
A rare gift in a hard life.
                           John Castellenas/Coyote
                  

Author's Note

Just words

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

reading put me there in the scene and made my own heart look for something needed ...the song put me back in the 60's so much of what your poem says about love related ..those were a wild and free time (allegedly;) i like that you dressed her in long skirt and summer blouse ..with those very alluring glimpses ..tweeking the imagination can be so much more effective than bare reality :)))

E.

[Coyote Poetry]

I miss the days of good conversation and dancing. Today people are rushing to no-where. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[Desert Rose]

Love..amazing how much you can write about it..quite the opium..
good job!

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Ardra]

She whispered. "Love should be free and wild. Our midnight wishes becoming true.
True love should allow love to have wings and love to be sang to the heavens.
Make the God jealous.

loved the above lines!
Could imagine the whole thing play out , very nicely portrayed … love should be wild and free…
Then only we can explore love to its depth .. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes Ria. In the dance of passion. We should be wild and free. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

"Free wind and free-children are blessed.
Knowing no locked doors and not fearing the ending.
Just loving the beginnings."
Wow! You have taken me back in time in this one. I remember...oh, yes...I remember.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. This is my Texas poetry. Highway 35 was fun.

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Austin is an experience, especially back in the day.

[B. Boileau]

John you've just taken me on a sentimental journey, except the bars were on the Jersey Shore,the girls were blonde, and wore jeans, we danced to local bands. Non the less, we danced, and they taught us lessons of free, wild love... The images here paint a story of youth and memories. I thoroughly enjoyed this !

bill

[Coyote Poetry]

The good old day become better with time and separation. Thank you Bill for reading and the comment.

[David Scott]

Some drinks quiet the soul... Others awaken the soul. Ah, and some angels are indeed answers to prayers.
You paint a vivid picture here.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you David for reading and the comment. I roamed the taverns for 20 years. Those taverns bar Poet told us the truth.

[Ruth]

There is always a sense of such respect within your writing...this is no different...magickal essence and energy combined :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. In life, we must respect the people near. We need to be friends first always.

[Terry O'Leary]

A very moving and thrilling piece!!
Well done, Coyote!!
Terry

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Terry for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Crimson_ish]

I love the freedom and thrill that you evoked. Lovely piece of writing!

[Coyote Poetry]

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

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Hmm. This is something very different to what i have encountered here on writerscafe.

This is blessed with a romantic realism, deftly described and imagined. I may not be familiar with such encounters in a smoky dance hall, but your words certainly took me to such a place in my mind.

Very different, yet very impressive.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Doodley. I appreciate the comment. Just old Soldier poetry.