A lullaby

Just words-old words written in 1978 with new view on life.

         A lullaby

Old man memories become sweeter with time and distance.
The old man wondered if she remember him, like he remembered her.
He was twenty years old once and youth was his wealth for a second.

He remembered the German Summer 0f 1978 and  the blond hair goddess who stole his heart.
He was trying to taste every sweetness that could be touched and to test the limit of mind and body.

On a late August day.  Daniela appeared. She was dressed in white Summer dress, bare shoulders and she was walking
bare-foot.  She sat with him and she sang him a lullaby of love.

"Love be sweet, love be dangerous. Darling love make me know madness and the song of perfect place and sweet kiss.
Lover's love, lover's love till they have no more to give or need to be touched.
Midnight hour song need to be the dance of body and heart. Allow places of madness to overtake false needs.
Dear Johnnie. The true lullaby of life. Love many and make the good night last forever."

Me and my Daniela, we torn down the wall of protection in the Winter of 1978. We stole the night and we didn't care where we would land. The utopia of love is fair.  After you touch heaven. You shall know hell.

Today I wrote for a sweet memory. A lullaby I wish to sing to dear Daniela one day.





"I loved your whiskey kisses and I loved when you danced nude to the Leonard Cohen songs.
I remember you my honey wine, my softness in my world of madness.
Yesterday regret is my sweetest memory.
If I could go back in time. I would loved you more and drank less.
I would of took more photos of you for my heart.
I loved you once and today I loved the memory.
Dear Daniela, you will my September wine kisses and my place of warm and safety.
I love you still."

Old age teaches us. Every attempt at love was a blessing. Every kissed shared. Kindest gift received. When a woman allow you into her private places and heart. You are a lucky man. I told the kids. Dance, sing, laugh and love many. The wealth of a life is many dances, many kisses shared and knowing laughter.

                         John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Old poetry with a rewrite.

Reviews

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What to say, Coyote?

Your writes are always infused with wisdom born from the depths of your life experiences. And what a life you have lived, my friend.

As always, your piece is well written, sensual and very moving. That you share your experiences with all of us on this site; to teach us and inspire us to live a better life, a happy life, is something that should be admired.

Thank you for your words of love and wisdom. Keep on keeping on.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Doodley. I appreciate the kind words.

[Hi]

"Every attempt at love was a blessing."

A blessing is the chance to love. Thanks Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Hell would seem like anything that is not a good as heaven, after your your best experiences in life are over; thought-provoking write, overall.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend and thank you for reading.

[Mary]

John, I love the honesty in this poem, and the wisdom! ""Love be sweet, love be dangerous" such a great line and truly defines the best of what love has to offer. The style in which this poem is written is a soothing lullaby to the soul to the heart of memory. Beautiful!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Mary. I appreciate the comment.

[boygene borice]

I love this poem, from the heart. There is nothing as glamorous and beautiful as love. I think i would die for love, not power or money

[Coyote Poetry]

You are wise. If love is near us always. We will know joy and happiness forever.

[Ellen Kolman]

Beautiful.. ...beautiful words besutiful girl...and excellent advise...bravo John

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ellen. I appreciate the comment.

[Ellen Kolman]

my pleasure...as always

[MsJewel]

The lullaby is lovely John...beautiful words written from a beautiful heart. :) Julie

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Julie. A appreciate the comment.

[MsJewel]

My pleasure

[LKBillips]

"Me and my Daniela, we torn down the wall of protection in the Winter of 1978. We stole the night and we didn't care where we would land. The utopia of love is fair.  After you touch heaven. You shall know hell." Powerful. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend. Most of us wasted our youth. I would of traveled more, complain less and loved more.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

The innocence of love without borders told well again as a memory. Indeed those feelings transcend time and a memoriam to expectations of 'youth.

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes John. Good to be young and foolish. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Abraham George]

nice and that pictures are good to know and feel what you said in those lines

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Abraham. I carry the photo in my wallet for 10 years.