Rose colored glasses

Just words.

                                      Rose colored glasses

Sin, gin and too many bad night. Once we knew love and tonight we have forsaken kindness.
I remember when. You and I. Held hands by the Lake Clair and watched the boats go by.

You used to sing words of love to me into the midnight hour and I use to bring roses and wine to you.
We danced to the midnight moon and I whispered love words to you.

Somehow we got twisted-up. Now I sing to the moon and the stars.

"Dreaming, believing and needing us.
I need to remember how you saved me and beg you to stay.
I need you and please forgive me dear Jenny.
I will show my  real face and take-off my rose-colored glasses.
I will tell you.
You are my everything. Only sweet gift received in my messy life."

Dear Jenny waiting for a man who forgot her. He loved his gin and he loved the money.
She was waiting for a miracle. She wanted the man who needed her kiss and wouldn't allow her to leave the bed in the early morning. She wanted love words and she wanted proof. She was is only wish and need.

Lone man walk into house early with some red roses and some red wine. Pretty lady is waiting.
He goes to her and he whispered. Please forgive me Jenny. I remember you. I remember us. Let's take off the rose-colored glasses and talk till we can find the place where loved was alive and I needed you close and near.

Soft tears fell from her eyes and she whispered. Let's forget the past my love and let's drink the wine. Let's begin this night anew and hold on tighter. Fools, we can be or we can dig so deeply. Make our hearts and skin bleed till we learn.
I need you, only you. Not a stranger.

The Midnight moon smiled. Two people dancing as one. Rebirth love was alive and well. The stars and the moon danced in the darkness of the long night.
                                John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Juts words.

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Awesome piece! So much reality in your poem. Not just the flowers, rainbows, and unicorns we often see in poetry. This is real life, the valleys and peaks, gutting it out through the tough times, and dreaming, and sometimes bleeding together. Nice work.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Robert. I appreciate he comment. Poetry should make us laugh, cry and dream.

[Lydia Shutter]

How do two who love each other end up so far apart, so distant? Yet it happens all the time. Sometimes we have to forgive and try to forget. If the love is real, we understand the ups and downs. So lovely, John....so honest. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Lydia. I effort and hard work. Take two to tangle and two to know love. Thank you Lydia for reading and the comment.

[Einstein Noodle]

i was fooled...i did not expect a "rebirth" ...not the norm to have a partner that makes those destructive decisions over and over and looses their "love" ... to have a long term successful healing ... glad your two made it Coyote!! ;)
E.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard work to keep love alive. I do what my grandfather taught me. Hold silence if nothing good to say. Just smile and listen. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[Einstein Noodle]

smart man your Grand Father ;)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

if only we can have a do-over...sometimes we learn from our mistakes but never get that second chance to retread our tires and drive a different direction.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. Many words and deeds. I wish I cold take back. Thank you Jacob for reading and the comment.

[Rye]

This is really beautiful, yet I hint a touch of sadness too. nicely written

[Sami Khalil]

A beautiful song and poem good poet. Love is about getting closer and bleed red with the beloved. The whispers hold on to two fools who become no stranger to the nights. Marvelous.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sami. I do appreciate the comment.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome my friend.