Wisp of the night

Used a paragraph by a Poet name Arsh. I hope you like.

Wisp of the night

What have we become. We have become stranger in the coldness of the lonely nights.
Holding on to what resembled love.


"but the wisp of night
I saw through love,
addressed the buoyancy of my heart
is faithless
& unrecognized the worth of it ---" Arsh

I know the color of love can change.
We were once a volcano of love. Needed kiss and touch in the day and the night.
Now we allowed words and bad actions to steal us away from the safeness of our paradise
we create and lost.

You told me once, us human beings will stop for a second. Just rest stops on the way of life. Just using time and one day we will escape.

Just like a wisp of the night. Sweet whispers of love tattoos on the heart and soul leaving us wishing for days we cannot find again.

One day we will not recognize the love shared. Our once captive love will become a prison. Love teaches us to weep, serene songs of joy and dance to the sweet words of love.

And can teach us like a wisp in the night. Love can be just shadows of people trying to find something that cannot be.

                               Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

Thank you Arsh for your motivation and thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Diana]

"And can teach us like a wisp in the night. Love can be just shadows of people trying to find something that cannot be." I feel as though so many people think/believe that love, and life and learning are these grand defined gestures, but I feel like your "wisp" concept is much more attune to the ways of nature. I am reminded of people's search for "forms" both within ourselves and others, and within the field of philosophy.

[Coyote Poetry]

A wisp of a memory. Something not forgotten and part of us. Wisp, a interesting word. Thank you Diana for reading and comment.

[Lenah Mehzabin]

Oow ! completely caught off guard ! Amazing poetry u made as a reply to ''In a Clink'' written by Arsh .U kept me interested from the start to the end ..
''What have we become. We have become stranger in the coldness of the lonely nights.
Holding on to what resembled love.''
''Just like a wisp of the night. Sweet whispers of love tattoos on the heart and soul leaving us
wishing for days we cannot find again.''
loved this lines a lot !

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Red. We need good writers to motivate us to write. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Lenah Mehzabin]

very true and u r welcome :)

[Lenah Mehzabin]

very true and u r welcome :)

[Arsh]

Yea, Miss Red.. he really made a very stunning 'Reply' to 'In A Clink' ... pleasure to me to read his write.. in a new way. By the way, yeah.. you're right.. me too just liked the way he started the poem and well fitted my verse within it. It's excellent... isn't it? Of course, it is. Good to know, you all breathtaking writers enjoying his write. Me too damn enjoyed it. Had a great time with this poetry. Indeed.

[Lenah Mehzabin]

Ya sure he did ..but I'm still learning from great poets like you.You guys really know how to rock words and gift us such wonderful poetries . : ) happy to b a part of it

[Stella Armour]

Arsh, is fast becoming one of my favourite poets too John, it is good that you drew inspiration from his poem.

Love has a fire that burns down if it is not kindled and appreciated.. soon the flames die and only ashes remain.

[Coyote Poetry]

She is very good. She gave me reasons to write this morning. Thank you Stella for reading and the comment.

[Arsh]

She? Well, you stunning man, sorry for throwing the white marbles right at into the mirror of your romantic heart & smashing it all down.. holding smiles on face, but yeah.. I need to break it all down... I meant, I'm not "She".. but "He". So, yeah.. you're right. I'm "Male". Well, Control coyote... I know, the heart's uncontrollable but .. here, you must control me. (Laugh out if you want to)

[Arsh]

I meant, not control me, It was "CONTROL IT".. NOT "Me". Ah! Bloody typing errors.. make too many entangled senses... in mind.