Song of love

Words and thoughts for today. I was reading the ancient writers today.

                               Song of love

Drunkenness in a reckless love, knowing the true fragrant of love.
The blackness of  love, the whiteness of love.
The dead love, the alive love.
The desperate love and the forgotten love.

He went into love blinded and deaf.
He never lost faith in the delight of the song of love.

The Poet old hands uses pen, paper and thoughts keeping faith alive in the plight of love.
He know that love is a careless child and promises easily broken.

He bared his soul, laid nude in soft sheets and warm blankets with his mistress, knowing she was
too wild to be held. She would flee the warm bed into the cold of the Winter wind.

He did not blame the kiss. He did not blame the boldness of her touch. He remembered her pale
skin whiter than the Winter snow. The warmth of her long and lingering kisses.

She sang the song of love unkept and not owned. Her words were just gratitude for the long slow
dance, the sweet wine and the nights in the liberty of sweet bliss. He  caressed her soft smooth
skin and she purred like a kitten. She whispered. Love is not dead my Poet. The love is just sleeping.
Resting and waiting for a reason and purpose to come alive.

The old Poet wrote down some words.
Ring the bells, the love is dead.  Then he wrote.
Flowers will fade.
Sorrow will fall upon the willing heart.
The empty shadows of the past can be revived with the pen and the paper.

He looked toward the sea and he looked at the full moon lighting up the night. He thanks
the moon and the sea for the charity of love.


                                Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

A new poem. I hope you enjoy.

Reviews

[A]

I love the lines of, Drunkenness in a reckless love....all through to...He never lost faith in the delight of the song of love. It takes me back to a past of loves that we taste in our youth and how passionately we feel about them all....only now to realize the varieties that existed. How we seem to roller coaster through this life through various phases of experience, only to end up at love for the most part or apart from it. Thank you for your poem...I enjoyed it:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Audrey for reading and the positive comment. I do appreciate.

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

Wow so much Raw Emotion here.

this line Jumped out at me and spoke to me
the most I guess because I write of my past
and sorrow also so this line really tugged on my heart
strings.


And writing it down helps us
let go of that pain and we seem to deal with it
and understand it more so now when we are older
then when we are a child or a teen.

Sorrow will fall upon the willing heart.
The empty shadows of the past can be revived with the pen and the paper.


Thank you for sharing this wonderful piece.

Blessings. Kindred poet

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the comment and reading. Old age teaches us. Every gift of love from lovers and family. Was a honored gift.

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

you're very welcome. it's my pleasure.Blessings. Kindred poet

[Anahat]

Well written :) very well described
Regards Anahat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Anahat for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[ms. barrie]

Exquisite poem, the imagery, lyrical flow weaved throughout this write
Is simply breathtaking! Wonderfully penned, thank you for sharing! :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you BarrieJoy. I appreciate the kind words.

[ms. barrie]

You're very welcome, Coyote Wolf! :)

[ms. barrie]

P.s this is one of my favorite writes on here. :)

[KAin]

Vivid work, Coyote... It's a victory for a poet when the reader can picture each stanza so clearly. The lines speak clearly of love experienced and love enjoyed... There's a feeling of revitalization, a theme of revival running through the poem, running parallel to the theme of love. Well written, sir. Keep writing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Landred. I appreciate the comment.

[Corbin Driver]

I like this poem very much good work!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Corbin. I appreciate the positive comment.

[Aethereal]

Love needs her rest,
and so she sleeps,
under the Moon,
dreaming of Dawn,
and the blessings of Apollo.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are correct. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Aethereal]

You're welcome!