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 whisper the sweet words of love. I want you to read your poetry to me in the privacy of the quiet night. I want you show me that love can be  like a careless child. Free and uncontrolled.

I have fast too long in the shade of fable love. I want to leave the light on and to know the charity of fearless and open love. Dead love leaves us waiting for no-one. Sleeping love need to awake 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