Some poetry


The house is silence now,
the children have left,
the silence isn’t golden my love.



Once love was needy and was demanded nightly.
Now the bed seem larger and a lonely place.
Your once sparkling eyes shine lightly now.
Pretty lies are still lies


Mutual needs brought us together,
we were held on by desperate words and needs.
I don’t see the need of eternal love in your tender and soft blue eyes.
In your eyes, I see the want to escape and depart our pretend paradise.
Drink of me


Pretty woman whispered to me,
a pale moon light tonight and the sea is dancing peacefully.
Let’s allow the shade of love to over take us,
let’s dance and sing to the yearning moon my love.

John Castellenas/Coyote