Free bird

Ain't no real freedom. Even the free bird need a place to rest.

                                     Free bird

We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn't know love could be set on fire, burn and be forgotten when the straw and paper dispersed to the sky in a smokey haze.

We danced on a blueprint of perfect love, we didn't know. Love can be poisons and be divided. Be misplaced in poor decisions and actions.

I wanted the freedom and you wanted lasting place and memories. You called me the Free bird that could not stop. I called you dear, honey, baby and my only kind touch. You left me breathless and the beckoning road was forgotten for a time.

I saw in your eyes as you watched me, as you cradle me in your embrace and sang to me.
"Traveling man. Where are you my love?
I see the highway in your eyes.
Am I your prison or your salvation?
Do you need me my lover?
Am I your horizon, where love and life can bud to our utopia or
am I. Just a made-up dream you shall escape from one night to
find you true lover. The long highway and no locked doors."

I wrapped my arms around her and I whispered. Baby, you have saved me many times. You became my journey. In your eyes I see the sea, the free valley and the mountain range. When you hold me tight. It isn't  a prison. It is sweet paradise. The utopia of safe love and place. I'm not alone. Today the free bird want to adore you forever and a day. You are my pleasure and sweetness dear love.

Sweet woman smiled and held me tightly. She told me. We must construct a house of brick and steel. Weak walls and tender floors leave the possibilities of bad foundation and disappointment. If we fall apart and the love fade away.  You can't return from the place you have left.

I understood her want and need. Both of us have loved and lost. After crossing a poor path with sadness and a dead-end. You need to face what is real and true.

Two people sat by the sea. Once strangers, now lovers upon the same path. Both understanding. Love is a blind journey and can lead the lover to unknown places. Real love can withstand the storms  of life.

                          Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

New poetry. I hope you like.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

I wrapped my arms around her and I whispered. Baby, you have saved me many times. You became my journey. In your eyes I see the sea, the free valley and the mountain range. When you hold me tight. It isn't a prison. It is sweet paradise. The utopia of safe love and place. I'm not alone. Today the free bird want to adore you forever and a day. You are my pleasure and sweetness dear love.

Gorgeous penning, Friend:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Pryde. I appreciate the comment.

[Lydia Shutter]

" Love is a blind journey and can lead the lover to unknown places. Real love can withstand the storms of life." John, truer words were never spoken. Although they say "the first cut is the deepest", I believe the love that is strongest is the one borne of experience. The one that has made mistakes and gotten through them....and persevered. Beautifully written. lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Lydia. Good song take us to old places.

[DIVYA]

There is much to think of reading these amazing lines. I feel love has to be set free. Sometimes we try to bind love but it doesn't stay on. Some people love passionately but have a need to move on, grow and move away. They have to be understood and loved unconditionally. It is very difficult to accept that a lover feels the need to distance themselves. Yet true love never dies, always abides.

A poem much appreciated and found so insightful.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Divya. I appreciate the comment.

[klawrites]

A beautiful story and I loved the place it took me. You are very talented.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you K-la. I appreciate the comment.

[Ana D S M]

"We danced on a blue print of perfect love"...
Your writing touches the heart.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. I appreciate the comment.