The haunting songA Poem by Coyote PoetryJust words.ndframe width="854" height="480" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/haN_ayqYsSo?list=RDhaN_ayqYsSo" frameborder="0" allow="autoplay; encrypted-media" allowfullscreen> The haunting song The cold days of Winter are slowly leaving us and we waiting for the warm days of Spring. Today I'm drinking alone, dancing alone and singing songs alone. My chosen destined place. I know we decide where we traveled, how we lived and how we shall die. The poor and good decisions we made. Become our final rewards. Once I believed love was everything. Today I know. We are love and the sanctity of love entangle us forever. Every lovers face, every kind faces of the people and family we loved. Is what we become. Once I believe I needed no-one and now I know. The serendipity of love is for the lucky man fortune. Can be gained and lost in seconds, minutes and hours. Somehow I drifted to where I accepted less. Once I was going to save the world and dance and sing till I couldn't no-more. I learn the Hemingway lesson. We are just men. Now I have the moon and the stars. I love the sunny days and the clear blue sky. The euphoria of the sea had stole my heart. Once, I was a inferno spirit seeking everything and now I seek just enough. I didn't know. Love cost plenty and love is rare and so damn sweet. I hear whispering of love words. I asked. Are we myth or tale? Fantasy or illusion? I want and need to see your real face. The no make-up and crazy hair face. I want to see you pretty and I want to see you lazy and honest. I want to know your anger, I want to see you wild and I want to see you calm. I know everlasting love need two people to bare their souls. Be nude and free. Lay in a warm bed for days and enjoy every moments. I wonder. Would I be enough? Would you love my real face? Do you want to know my anger? The odd part. I hold no anger. I know the past. Just education to make us better. Can't change and rarely can repair. I want to know you. I want to wash your hair and sit by the bathtub and to listen to your speak and sing.I wonder. Do you sing song alone in the bathe?Do you dance with the rising stars? Do you love the rainy days and can you tango to tropical songs? I want you to bewitch my heart and eyes. I want to fall into your eyes and never return. Once I yearned for long walks and long talks. I wanted wines kisses and sweet love words till we cannot speak no-more. Now Johnnie is singing alone, dancing and singing alone. He is singing with Nick Caves. "Into my arms dear lord" Please Lord, please allow my kind lover to fall into my arms. Allow all of our imperfections to entangle us. Last chance or first chance. Who are we? "I need you, I need you" I want to hear your sweet voice telling me. I want you, I want you. Hold me sweet, hold me hard. Make me believe love is alive and so damn sweet. I would whisper to you. You stole my heart and my Will when I saw you in the black dress, when I saw your eyes of the deep sea making a man wish to drown in them. I wonder. Can we find the proper place dear love? Maybe we are just charity for the heart and the kindred spirit. Maybe we are just making wishing well wishes. Whispered words for some magic and a miracle. I believe you are a miracle. You are too beautiful for me and you deserve the sweetness and tenderness of love caress. Leonard Cohen's words I liked. " I would not be jealous if someone made you sing and dance again. I would be glad to know and see. A beautiful flower happy and content again. If someone stole you heart and enchanted your life. Made you feel the thrill of everlasting love and contentment. Amore, the sweetest words. One words that damn the soul. I'm drinking alone, dancing alone and thinking about you my love. John Castellenas/ Coyote
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10 Reviews Added on March 3, 2018 Last Updated on March 3, 2018 AuthorCoyote PoetryMIAboutA Poet and writer who love to read and write. My pleasure is reading about the bad and good in a life. Also to honor the Poets/Writers of the past by reading their words. Remember .. more..Writing
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