Love story

Old thoughts.

                       Love story

You were going to be a dancer, a poet, going to save our world. I was content to be in the reflection of your eyes. I told you often dear lover. You are my art, my wonder, my mystery and my midnight dancer.

We had the seasons to taste love, we had the Germany Spring where we roamed the free paths of Europe. Saw the old castles and the waterfalls and we wandered the hidden cities and we drank the sweet red wine. 

You were my beautiful Beatrice and I told you often. I will write a million words for your beautiful face, I will sing to the morning sky, how you made love, alive and well in my world.

We had the warm days of Summer. We danced in Paris at 3 am and I read poetry to you at Hyde Park in England. We drank wine in Basel, danced by the light of the stars in Vienna. We loved the days of summer.

Fall days, we did love. Music was for alive for us and we found our utopia in your small apartment. We drank rum and held tightly to love sweetness. You study for college and I wrote poetry and tale.

The Winter days and nights. Slower days, we listen to Elvis, Leonard Cohen, Pink Floyd and the Roller stones. I remembered we danced and we made great promises. I would sit at your feet, you caressed my hair and you sang Leonard Songs to me. 

A love story, remembered often now. We had the seasons, we had our dreams, we had our youth. We didn't know. Time is a thief and one day. I would know Dante's sadness.

Write words of love for my endeared Beatrice. I wonder, do you remember us?

                               Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Margie F]

Coyote, I will refrain from saying what I actually feel when reading this story. I'll sum it up with (#InappropriateResponseForAllToSee). LOL. Oh my! As I said of a previous work of yours, I am a FAN! I think I may have just graduated to SUPER FAN! Is there a "Stalker" status? I may need to check into that. ;) Seriously, this story so touched my heart. How I would have loved to be Beatrice in this story, and if the truth be know, I was Beatrice in my own story. I'll answer the question of her for you, as I have been where she was. Yes, she remembers the story you and she created together. She remembers it well and replays it often. She grieves its loss at times, and she laughs when she remembers your silly times. She will NEVER forget it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Margie. We need to do midnight dance and celebrate love.

[Neville]

These words, with which you tell this tale of days past, of a younger self.. of life and love that is part of your personal history Johnnie C sent shivers up and down my spine the first time I read through them... I think it was probably the Coyote magic that did it and of course the references to so many pleasures that I share.. the love and intimacy of a woman, the music and words of Mr. L Cohen, Pink Floyd and the Rolling Stones...all coupled some how with places I have visited myself.. of happiness and sadness too... This Love Story of yours you share, is magic.................. Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

The good song take me back 40 years and thank you Neville for reading and the comment. I appreciate my friend.

[Neville]

my since pleasure Johnnie C
N.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

very romantic write...when one of the pair is willing to give up his or her wants for the needs of the other...to sacrifice is to love,
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Jacob and thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The opening lines in this one are simply divine Coyote John. The piece has such romance as your free spirit meets a kindred soul and you 'occupy' Europe. Sadness is a persistent pain as you reflect and remember and wonder.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you John. Old memories become less painful with time and distance.

[Stella Armour]

i just adore listening to Sjepan Hauser and his cello... you could not have pleased me more with your choice of music my friend ..
Oh my a love story in Europe and Leonard Cohen ...,. you spoil me with this poem John... one for the library for sure ♥

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Stella. I appreciate the comment.