Endings and beginnings.

Love teaches us many lessons.

                                  Endings and beginnings

She was my salvation in the Winter of 1978.
I gave up everything I believed in.
I left a sweet love to fall into her arms.
I fell deeper and deeper into dangerous places.

She was  so beautiful.
Those blue eyes that stole my thoughts and dreams.
Soft kisses led to opening of tender flesh.
Leonard Cohen sang for us. "A million kisses deep."
As we forsake fear to create a fire. That would not descend from my memory.
She never promised forever and I didn't know love would peak than fall.

Deeper and deeper love would take us.
Make us anticipate a sweet lullaby of two in a forever place.
She told me often. I love you Johnnie. I love you so, Johnnie. You accept me
and make me blind with rage and desire.

I told  her a thousand times, I love you. Sweet words that lost value with the expanding need
of drugs, alcohol and testing life. She left me behind and alone.

Sweet woman besieged my heart and left me with whiskey dreams, cigarettes and a lonely stillness.
I write bar poetry now. The young sad girl told me in the lonely tavern. Johnnie read to me. Make me
cry and want love.

                        Forsake me.
                        Take me.
                        Sway my heart.
                        The midnight hour.
                        The sweetest hour.
                        Make me forget regret.
                        Create a celestial fire of new hope and need.

The pretty girl smiled and she asked. Are there beginnings and endings? Are endings just education for us?
Old Johnnie took the cigarette and inhaled deeply. He turn to the young woman and he whispered.

                       Deeper and deeper we will fall
                       Noble love  because dirty with time.
                      We will shed the innocent and allow our heart to slumber.
                      Love gives and she takes.
                      Always a beginning.
                      The melody of love is overpowering.
                      We will lay beneath lights from gentle candle and
                      believe love is life. Life is love.
                      Love will forsake us.
                      Always an ending. Just like a good book.
                      I don't know. Maybe we not supposed to know
                     lavishness of love forever.

                      Maybe love supposed to fade

Pretty woman laid her head on my shoulder and cried for me. I caressed her like a small child. Her eyes seemed to light-up and she asked me with trembling breath. Do you believe drinking to blindness is better? Please Johnnie, let's take a walk. Toss the whiskey dreams away. Tell the stars and moon. We don't want love anymore. We need just enough. Please hold me tightly tonight and let's start a new song.

I stood up and took dear Brigitte hand. I saw kindness and concern in her gentle blue eyes. I pushed the beer and whiskey away and I told her. "Don't cry for me dear Brigitte. You grace me with dear friendship. I will go with you. Maybe we can find an unknown place where lovers don't give up.

                        Coyote/John Castellenas


                      
                            


 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

A new poem. I hope you like.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Sweet woman besieged my heart and left me with whiskey dreams, cigarettes and a lonely stillness.
I write bar poetry now. The young sad girl told me in the lonely tavern. Johnnie read to me. Make me
cry and want love.

No country song was ever written finer. Great write, my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Pryde. Best poetry is the bar poetry.

[j.l. luna]

Powerful emotion evoked in this one. It makes me want to know and understand this woman. Thank you for this.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. Each of us need more or less. Can't revoke emotion that isn't there.

[Lyn Anderson]

The end really punctuates an outstanding piece. It is a wonderful journey.
"Maybe love is supposed to fade."
"I stood up and took dear Bridgette's hand."

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. Old age taught me. Love need constant attention. If you don't. Will fade away.

[Hutch]

Coyote, That's a really deep read. It takes awhile to absorb. Overwhelming feelings. Well done my friend. Hutch

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Hitch for reading and the comment.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Indeed those lessons must be learned, love is a clear master of emotion, well done, a beautiful piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friends. Old memories become better with time.

[Barbara Walker]

This has a haunting, melancholy tone to it with a wistful bit of optimism in the end, that I think is beautiful. The only problem I have with this piece is that the errors in syntax interfere with the reader being able to absorb the story. I have re-written the guilty lines IF you want to edit it. Another great write, John.

She was my salvation

As we forsake fear to creat fire

She never promised forever

I told her a thousand times, I love you."

She left me behind and alone

I write bar poetry now

Are there beginnings and endings?

Are endings just education for us?

Noble love will become dirty with time.

We will lay beneath lights from gentle candles

Always an ending.

Maybe we're not supposed to know the lavishness of love forever.

Maybe love is supposed to fade.

Pretty woman laid her head on my shoulder and cried for me.

Her eyes seemed to light up.

Maybe we can find an unknown place, where loves don't give up.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[hardeep sabharwal]

a beautiful poem telling a beautiful story, it is nice to read a well written piece
thankyou

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Relic's Bare Trees]

It takes a special someone to turn another's life around for the better. You are blessed to have met her.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Relic's Bare Trees]

You're welcome.

[Mark]

Very deep. It definitely tells a story. Nicely written.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Mark for reading. I do appreciate.