Bacchus wine and beautiful ladies

Some words.

                             Bacchus wine and beautiful ladies

Once I was free, once I didn't slumber in living.

I remember the sea, I remember barely dressed women dancing for the Pacific.

The rhyme and song of a poet's pen,

are curvy women, Bacchus wine and lover's chatter till the morning light.

The sweetest days are, sharing coffee with a beloved,

holding hands and sharing dream watching the morning sun come alive.

Once I weaved sweet dreams, longed for the sea, 

loved the never-ending kisses.

My war-torn soul was lost somewhere,

now I dream of perfect lady whispering to me,

come hither, come closer, please dance with me.

Please Johnnie, come to the Monterey pier,

I am waiting for you with the Hemingway ghost.

My beloved, 

let's dance for the midnight moons,

please awake your quiet mind and find the place where the Bacchus wine was splentiful

and youth was our wealth.

One day,

I will return to old Monterey,

climb deep into the hidden rocks below the city,

burn some sage and taste some freedom with the sea dancing near.

I will drink the Bacchus wine and whisper to the sea.

I remember the days of freedom,

I remember my beautiful Beatrice and

I know now.

Second become minutes, minutes become hours, hours become days.

Days become years and when love is near, laughter is never-ending,

dance, sing and make the time last forever.

                           Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

just words.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

A beautiful romantic and ethereal write:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Pryde.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Another sadly romantic tale of 'California dreaming' filled with wisps of life when it was free and easy and before age began to set in like concrete. Love that final stanza!

[Coyote Poetry]

Age find the all of us and thank you John for reading and the comment. Late next year. I return to Monterey and Big Sur. Finish my books.