My muse
My muse
You are love and I’m no-one. You came to me with haunting words awakening the want of love, dance and song.
Your gentle voice awoke my dying spirit. Your kind words and sweet whispers opening new sweet dreams.
Now I dream of my beautiful Katie. I dream of night drinking espresso in the city of lights. Roaming the London streets looking for a cozy Pub to drink, talk and dance.
You told me. Johnnie, you will be okay. You must live to sing-song of love to my willing ears. We will act like children. laying nude in bed of silk till the afternoon sun. Finding places where lovers can be free in tender touch and wild heart.
Yesterday I searched for a good way to die. Today I dream of the fragrant of your warm skin near. Your beautiful face close and hearing your whispers of the words of love. I want you to read your poetry to me in the privacy of the quiet night. I want you to show me that love can be like a careless child. Free and uncontrolled.
I have fast too long in the shade of love. I want to leave the light on and know the charity of fearless and open love. Dead love leave us waiting for no-one. Sleeping love need to awoken by your gentle words and beautiful face.
Now I dream of bliss and sweet kiss. I dream beautiful Katie is dancing by the light of the moon showing me I’m alive and true love and beauty is near. You are my muse.
Coyote/John Castellenas
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Thank you for sharing my link. I do appreciate.
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I feel you brother! At least I think I do. I think I understand why Vincent cut his ear off. 🙂 Good work!
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Me too.
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Good to meet you. I will be back!
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I love this. My muse woke me from a stupor. Her love sings in your words.
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I’m glad. Thank you for reading.
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I understand now what you mean about going to Paris. I think that you mean that it’s much more than a place, it’s a feeling an emotion of love where the heart and mind go. At those times when you read me. Is it your wish to hear my voice when I read my love poetry to you would only magnify it 10 x 10….are you sure your ready for that…
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I won’t know till I can hear your voice. My muse. I’m off to sleep. I will return in fours days. I appear for a hour in the mornings. Have fun and drink a cold drink of something good for me.
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