The Coyote song, lest we forget...

Beautiful Joni Mitchell and some words.

                       Lest we forget

Lately the days have become slower and I want less. Once the wild Coyote ran and ran till he found some pleasure, some laughter and a safe place to rest.

Now the night raven is whispering to me. Johnnie, Johnnie. Where are you? Time to run, time to escape.

Now sorrow had caught me. I tell the rising sun, lest we forget who we were, lest we forgot, once we were brave and strong. Now the old man put his feet into Lake Huron and the cold water. Awake his sleeping mind.

He told the dancing water. Once I danced with beautiful butterflies who could make the sky bluer, the world sweeter. We waltz with the Pacific ocean and  we laughed at life. I was brave and fearless once.

Now I am shackles to fear and doubt now. I told the sun above me. I don't blame God or the devil. I decided my journey and I landed where I decided to be.

I can hear the wind singing me a song. Johnnie, let's weave a better story. Let's be careless and suicide board the sea, find the highest mountain and free-climb her. Be a cloud dancers again and find a pretty lady and tell her, you love her. You ain't done yet. Life can be endless or a dead-end? Coyote, Coyote. The sea is waiting for you to burn some sage and for you to pray.

I will pray for the people needing the attention of the healing of the earth, the sea and the earth. Pray for our world to know peace. Pray, my coyote spirit is still with me. 

Today the Coyote will find Lake Huron, maybe get drunk on kisses by a ginger hair gal and dance with the end-less lake. I will burn some white sage and know no regrets. Maybe I will howl at the rising moon and dance with the ravens? The Coyote told the Lake Huron. I should of danced more, loved more. Told more beautiful and kind ladies. I loved them so. Maybe the Coyote will go west toward the sea? Maybe the Pacific ocean can make him believe. Life is more dancing, more laughter and he isn't dead yet. Maybe I will howl loudly to the night sea. Tell her, thank you for teaching me. I am more than I believe I am.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John... there are those who makes us feel...
we can be more than we are. I love the Song. "You light up my Life"...
Life is a Gift from the Sea... thereby we can Dream... of Sea Dragons and
Snap Dragons with flowers of lavender and yellow. We can be mellow and
dance where Mermaids watch from a Rock. You could be their Wish come true.
gently, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello dear Pat. I watch a show yesterday. The show taught me mermaids can be dangerous. I would like to meet a friendly one. Thank you dear for reading and the comment.

[Patricia Wedel]

Hi John… have you seen the Movie “Splash” ? Starring Tom Hanks… He is in love with a Mermaid.. you definitely should see that Movie. It has been available for about 15 years. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I have seen dear Pat. A new series on TV. Called Sirens. Gave a new vision of the mermaid.

[Patricia Wedel]

dear John… I will try to locate the Series “Sirens”on TV.. gently, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

The mermaids are beautiful in the show. Powerful and scary also. I believe you will like. I believe is new.

[Neville]

maybe the names will change and the places too but this particular poem will undoubtedly mean an awful lot to so many out here and run like a personal autobiographical anthem ... quite simply awesome words Johnnie C and truly ..

Neville

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Neville. All of us need to find something worthwhile to live for.

[Neville]

....... no one in their write minds gonna argue with ya Coyote ..

[Zoe Richardson]

Bear with me here. This might be a bit longer than a quick review. When we reach a certain age, we have what I call a winepress experience. We feel flattened. All our youth and energy running out and our skin left empty and useless. We see all the things we haven't done and reckon with all we will never do. We let go of dreams and grieve the loss of things we didn't know we would lose. It can be the lowest point in our lives and we may confront our mortality, wondering if it is worth going on. But if we can get through the pressing, we find we are transformed. We find we have a different purpose. We have different abilities and different ways of doing things. No, we are not the same. We aren't a ripe, juice grape waiting to be plucked and tasted. We are aged wine, mellow and full bodied and increasing in value. We may have to be careful how we move, how long we sit before we are fully ready. But we can still intoxicate. Now go out there and howl!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Zoe. Now I have five grandchildren. Five coyotes to howl with. We do become slower but we can still enjoy life.

[Paul Bell]

Just realised, Joni Mitchel sang Coyote on the last waltz, great album.
Time and the years pass bye, we reflect too much and that usually ends up in an alcohol cocktail.
Must admit, though, I think the all night sessions maybe over, takes a week to recover now.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Paul. I could drink till 3 am and I could run. Six miles in the morning with my soldiers. Not today. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I think my journey landed me where am suppose to be....I really do.
Love Joni Mitchell...."Help me I think i'm falling...in love again"
Maybe she knows more than we do.

my love is far from dead...but I don't know that.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello Jacob and I love Joni Mitchell too. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Lydia Shutter]

"Once I danced with beautiful butterflies who could make the sky bluer, the world sweeter. We waltz with the Pacific ocean and we laughed at life. I was brave and fearless once." Such introspection and reflection! Yes, time does change us all, John. We are not meant to stay the same in life. That would be boring! The imagery of dancing with butterflies is so soft, so silky.....I loved this one. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Lydia. Been a hard week. Mother passed and I been reflection on life and things. I appreciate the comment my friend.

[Lydia Shutter]

I am so sorry for your loss, John. May her memory forever be a blessing to you.