Song of the dead and the song of the living.

A combination of memories and places

                                      Song of the dead and the song of the living.


I remember you. The Summer days were long and you were so beautiful.
You caught my eyes on a hot Summer day, walking near me and giving me the smile of hello.

I knew woman were delicate. Their will to love rarely rising and opening doors to secret places
and undeclared love was a gift to a lucky man.

I remember falling into gentle and kind eyes looking at me like I was worthwhile.
The sun shined brightly for us as a sedative love begin to grow wild and free.

The allure of your sweet kiss absorbed my strength to escape. I knew already.
With one sweet kiss and embrace. I would be bounded forever inside the memory of your love.

New touches raises new wants and needs.  New un-chartered ground open locked doors and safety.
The sea of the night we found wild waves to ride and rode on the edge of dangerous cliffs.

We were fearless  in giving promises and things we cannot return.
Nights of pleading, screaming and begging for more left us with a dead-end, one night.

We became bruised and torture in want and need that had a deadline.
You were in Germany and I was going home to the USA

I remember the wild nights, limbs twisted and trying to fulfill a hunger that grew with every touch.
You were my Juliet and I was the Romeo. I knew the goodbye would erase the good memory of our time.
Leave us dead to drown in sorrow and regret.

Song of the dead and the song of the living left me with a shrine of a memory.
We danced on delicate freedom.
I learn promises can be broken and real love is rare.

I fall to my knees sometime. I whisper a prayer about the beautiful girl who taught me love was sweet
and good.    I hope she did okay?

In time, bitter memory become less painful. You remember the dance, the secret places
where lovers undress with the lights on not afraid of the final ending. Fearless and untamed
love. No better place my friend.

                           Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. I do appreciate.

Reviews

[Ruth]

Fear - always has a refined place, doesn't it? Takes courage to surrender to love sometimes, a balance is needed - perhaps - or maybe people get too wrapped in self and materialism to enter that fearless place for it should be fearless - powerful love! x

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Ruth]

My pleasure hon x

[~Sarah~ Idríel T..]

Oh this poem made me so sad. Felt like broken heart. She sounds lovely & sweet person. One time I thought that I cannot have the one person who I'd loved my whole life. And then I got my chance. Now he's my husband, I do believe in miracles.

[Coyote Poetry]

Like a old good country song. Something shouldn't be. Some people are too many different goals and dreams to keep apart. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[BlueDreams]

The goodbyes always hurt! The memories give happiness as well as pain! A very touching write :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. I agree. Goodbyes are never pleasure.

[Aethereal]

This is how most early love stories begin and end. Serendipity brings them together, and necessity drives them apart after having an exhilarating time that they’ll both remember for the rest of your lives. Once upon a time they were truly alive, sunny and bright, and then their world turned to lead, heavy and dark gray.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right. Young love is hard to keep alive. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Simply Beautiful thank you for sharing.

I love these stanza's lines.

I remember you. The Summer days were long and you were so beautiful.
You caught my eyes on a hot Summer day, walking near me and giving me the smile of hello.


Thank you for sharing. blessings. kindred poet

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the kind review.

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

You're very welcome. blessings. kindred poet

[Violet's Run]

I love this poem. It has an erotic feel to it.. but just barely Romantic in the extreme and i walked the entire length of this right there with ya. Which in my book means great job of writing, images and it is a real and honest piece.. Fiction can convey, and indeed arouse authentic emotion, but when a true write comes along..You can tell the difference. Whether or not the girl or the situation is YOUR truth. the truth of what you wrote stands to order.. TRUTH .and IS cosmic. 100pts

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Violet for reading and the comment. I do appreciate. I try to keep the poetry PG.

[sharonlee]

I found this emotively potent and resonating... your thoughts here awoke poignant memories of my own.
Beautifully shared.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard to keep hope and love alive with the ocean separating family and language. Thank you for reading and the comment my friend.

[r]

Love is an amazing thing. Sometimes people are in our loves forever, sometimes people are there to teach us something for a short while. I am glad to hear that you had this experience. This was an excellent poem. I was captivated by every word. Keep on writing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. I agree. Love is the best days of a life.

[Reyvrex Questor Reyes]

The song of the living, as she is near, and the song of the dead as you parted. The apt allusion to Romeo and Juliet, so naive and trusting on the ways of love. But that is how love should really go, as an adventure. If love is planned, it becomes a business venture. No more surprises. As bodies unbare, on a need to know basis, the thrill could not be contained. She was from Germany, and you from the USA, that's alright. In love you need not consider being of allied countries, that's only done in war.

[Coyote Poetry]

Even in war. After the war is done. There is separation. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[gabrielle]

Sometimes the things we did spontaneously could turn out to be the most memorable. A very realistic write,. it is as if i'm reading a memoir. Thank you for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Gabrielle. Old stories from the past can feel like fiction. You are only young for a moment in time.