Only you
Only you
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Old poetry of love
I drank in the beauty of river clear blue eyes. I watched you dance on the almost empty beach freely and unafraid of the opinions of the beach goers nearby.
I made a wish upon the first star of the coming dust. Only for you and I upon the quiet beach dancing with the free and uncontrolled sea.
I was drowning in your beauty and I stood being condemn to wish for this day and moment forever. You were just a child in heart, love was sweet and tender to you still. I knew when I kissed your lips and felt the softness of your body near. I would be lost forever in the sweet dreams of you.
Only you, could save me and I knew when you came near and asked. Johnnie, please dance with me. Let’s create new visions and dreams together.
We danced with the waves and drank sweet red wine. I held you close and told you. You are my only wish and last name I will speak. I love you my kind and sweet muse.
My muse whispered ancient and sweet words. I have loved and I have lost myself in you . You are safe with me and I know I’m safe with you. You are the moon and I’m the sky. We need each other.
Coyote/John Castellenas
Written in 1993/rewritten in 2014
Dancing in the waves together, lost in each other… this was a beautiful memory.
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The good days are never forgotten. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Lovely poem 🙂
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Thank you Asmithaa. I appreciate the kind words.
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Emotions put forth in a very beautiful way…. cheers pal….
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Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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such a romantic man…lucky lady
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Old poetry. We had the sea, wine and time. I need those three today. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Beautiful and gracefully written poem.
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Thank you Ms. Vee. I appreciate the comment.
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You’re very welcome.
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Descriptively dramatic and beautiful! Lovely job!
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Thank you. I appreciate the comment.
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Such a sweet and romantic poem…she is a lucky woman.. 🙂
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A very old poem. I was station in California. Good memories become better with time.
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