You are in Paris and I'm here

Just words and thoughts.

                        You are in Paris and I'm here

I hurt myself again today and I allowed you into my thoughts. I read your words and I wished I was someone else.
I wish I knew different places and dances. I wished I could fall at your feet and tell you. You are so beautiful and you are my world.

I'm a logical man. I know we have one life and very few opportunities to know joy and love. On the altar of love. Dreams can be laid wasted than forgotten.  Sweet Katie is dancing freely and wild in Paris. Johnnie had his pen and paper waiting alone.

I have try to kill your memory, but the sweetest words of love cannot be forgotten. Lover letters can be poetry, sweet words to create hope in the stillness of the lonely night.

The Gods always win. Trick men into believing love can be his. I dreamed of  pale skin, beautiful face and tender blue eyes. The Gods create broken bridges for love to become tainted with disappointment.

I will send to her, forget me not words. I hope my sweet Katie is drinking sweet red wine and finding what she needs in the streets of city of lights. 

Some men are locked-up forever. Their song belated and wasted on the long nights and old journals. Tonight I wished I was in Paris. Kissing lips of strawberry wine and embracing my true love.

Do you miss me? Do you think of me?  Am I no-one or everything?

                           Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

A new poem. I hope you like.

Reviews

[Benita-Staebell M - Kin..]

I hurt myself again today and I allowed you into my thoughts. I read your words and I wished I was someone else.
I wish I knew different places and dances. I wished I could fall at your feet and tell you. You are so beautiful and you are my world.

I'm a logical man. I know we have one life and very few opportunities to know joy and love. On the altar of love. Dreams can be laid wasted than forgotten. Sweet Katie is dancing freely and wild in Paris. Johnnie had his pen and paper waiting alone.

Some men are locked-up forever. Their song belated and wasted on the long nights and old journals. Tonight I wished I was in Paris. Kissing lips of strawberry wine and embracing my true love.



*Johnnie had his pen and paper waiting alone*

Seems we poets are always doing this Romantic poet :)


I know one day I will have a office of my own alone to write with a light
since we live in an apt. it is much different but when we have a house
some day I will have my own privet room to right that is truly what all poets want.



Thank you for sharing this wonderful piece you've inspired me some
and some was from a song I call it one last goodbye and I am going to post it.


Blessings. Benita/ Kindred poet

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. Things lost leave us wanting things we cannot have.

[Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet]

You're welcome. was very Inspiring as always and enjoyed reading it. BTW hope you have a Happy birthday Monday my Friend Mandy will be having a birthday then also Aug. 11th. Blessings. Benita/ Kindred poet

[Ty]

I can really feel the painful longing in this. Thanks for the write.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ty for reading and the comment. Best poetry. About things we cannot have.

[Aprille]

This is a great work, I love the narration with the emotions coming out of each words - missing someone, trying to forget, a dream. Thanks for sharing. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Olive for reading and the comment. Dreams make the best poetry. Our last hope and grasp for things lost.

[Aprille]

You're right. :) Sometimes, dreams are the only way to do things we could not do in reality.

[Lydia Shutter]

Heavy sigh.....the warmth and love in every line of this...the romantic longing....is jus so lovely, John. The imagery is extraordinary. You can not kill a memory like that....and why would you want to? Great work. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right Lydia. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Ashira Macy]

Another beautiful piece of narrative poetry to leave me sighing and hoping that Johnny ends up with his beloved. You paint such wonderful imagery of lovers, even across oceans. Very well done!

[Coyote Poetry]

Only in good dreams does Johnnie wins. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Emily]

What a beautiful and languorous poem. I also loved the half-rhyme at the end. It finishes the piece nicely. Good work!

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Emily]

You're very welcome. :)

[Sophy Freebirds]

The longing to be with your love is so well expressed.. the last line depicts the uncertainity"am i no- one or everything".. Words Straight from your heart touched me deeply.:) keep writing Amigo.

~Sophy

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sophy for reading and the comment. I do appreciate. Longing keep us knowing. We are alive.

[Sophy Freebirds]

You are welcome muchly. :)