The red dress

Good memory become better with time.

                   The red dress

The German summer nights were fair. The Summer festival were alive and well this night. I had the German wine and I was waiting for my German girl by the lake.

The music was loud nearby and the people were celebrating the good wine and strong  booze. I saw her from a distance. Her summer red dress gently blowing in the wind. Perfect body and long blond hair. Left me languishing for her kiss and embrace.

She was my magnificence beauty who honored me with the charity of sweet kiss. She was my wildflower dream I could not control and I was the lucky one. She bestowed a gentle and kind love to a hopeless man.

She came to me. Gave me a embrace and a kiss. I caressed her hair, face and shoulders. I told her she was a divine beauty and the red dress make her tempting and a allusion of perfection. She laughs at my words and she told me.

Johnnie, I'm the lucky one. I'm lost in the asylum of your eyes. You make me have nuptial dreams and not be afraid to discard my fear and disappointment. You showed me laughter and how to be fearless. Not disguise my wants and need. The red dress is for you. I know it make you wild and crazy.

Beneath the summer moon. We made the moon jealous. We danced, laugh and celebrated the days of youth.

I still dream of the quiet lake, the red dress and my perfect beauty.

                              Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

A new poem. I hope you like.

Reviews

[Paul]

I am quite new to the site. It is quite refreshing to hear someone use a vast array of vocabulary in which you have done. I picture them dancing beneath the moon, her red dress swaying. Reading this, your words do this in my imagination. They dance and sway. When writing, you may have the right words, but the sentence structure might be choppy. Yours was none like that. You vividly captured the scene and portrayed it in a way that was easy to capture by the reader. I am looking forward to reading more. Again, thank you for your review on mine. I would not have come across the dance of the red dress.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Paul. I appreciate the comment.

[DIVYA]

Beauty and admiration are great hand maidens of love...These were surely very special times...To be cherished forever in our hearts...Youthful romance is like a flower...that leaves its essence forever...

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. Yong love is never forgotten. Thank you Divya for reading and the comment.

[DIVYA]

You are welcome sir. It was my pleasure.

[Tiana]

I enjoyed the softness of this beautiful write. The step by step descriptions of the beautiful evening shared on a summer night at a fair. Gorgeous!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. I'm a wise man. Six sisters and three daughters had taught me.Woman can control the mood and the situation if she wants.

[Beccy]

John, a beautiful narrative throughout and the imagery painted in the minds eye is just lovely.

Everyone should have such a night, even if only just the once in their life.

Beccy

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Beccy. Youth is our sweet wine but for a second. We need to enjoy the good days. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Jamsheed Shafi]

your words depict a picture one can see.
your ability to make one feel what your words say is amazing.
keep writing friend.

jamsheed

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jamsheed. I appreciate the comment.

[Enigma]

This is beautiful. "She was my wildflower dream I could not control and I was the lucky one." and "I'm lost in the asylum of your eyes" That first surge of love truly breaks through all our mental barriers and disguises.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. First love is never forgotten.

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

Really beautiful poem. =)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sarah. I appreciate the comment.

[Simran Kewlani]

It's really beautiful. The poem describes the feeling of young and raw love shared between two people. This poem has a good description about a person's feelings for their loved one.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Simran. I appreciate the comment.

[Great Aunt Astri]

Your narrative poems have a certain charm and you build up a lovely picture

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Great Aunt Astri. I appreciate the kind words.

[icelandicblue]

Loved the poem but this line, oh this line was unique and I adored it:

I'm lost in the asylum of your eyes.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. I appreciate the comment.