I cried and I die

Just words

                                     I cried and I die.


Once we held love over all things. I remember us. We disregarded the ending for the days and nights of love.
I was your Hemingway and you were my Agnes.

I remember you. You were the most beautiful woman I ever seen. You healed my damage heart and mind. You taught me how to dance and how to enjoy and taste the sweet German Fall wines and the whiskey. You made my life slow down and enjoy the  sweetness of life.

You were my kind and sweet muse. With you near. I was going to save the world and love was everything. You were my everything in a world going mad.

In late Germany Fall of 1978. You asked me. Please live with me and be my love. Let's lock the door, light some candles and you and I. Let's dance together to Leonard Cohen songs and become one in the glory of love embrace and kisses.

Fall fell in Spring. Spring fell into Summer.  Life, Army and war seem to strip away our wall of safety. Our safe and cozy apartment couldn't hide us no-more. I saw in your eyes. You were becoming a cage bird and I was trying to lock you in. I saw in your eyes. Great dreams, great need to travel and more education. One day we decided. Our love was built on quick sand and moving sea was dying.


On a early Summer rainy day. I left you with my books and my journals. I remember this night still. I cried and I die.  Hard souls man learn. You cannot do it alone and I was alone.

Dear Daniela.
You taught me.
Blessed be the man who knew love and enjoyed the wine and the drink.
Blessed be the man who tested life and traveled.
Blessed be the man who had lived.
You were my savior and my teacher.
Thank you my love. Thank you dear Daniela.

                        John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Wórdsmíth]

Agreed here with your words! I believe, there's always a woman or her love that drags a man straight to the apex of success. It's always woman, who caresses a man with her vulnerability, soothes his aches with sugary words, and fumbles the heart with much faithfulness... so i guess, your poetry is well depicting the persistence of woman here. Nicely penned. Your poetry are more like something that i kinda enjoy reading every time i visit this site.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[Wórdsmíth]

You're welcome. Is that you and daniella in pics?

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes she is. Now 40 years ago.

[Wórdsmíth]

And she must be your wife. Right?

[Coyote Poetry]

No. Left her in 1980 and I came back to Michigan. We were both just kids.

[Wórdsmíth]

I see. She's been quite pretty. Hope she's happy with her husband... and you... with your wife I guess, it's.. Jenny? Right? lol Ah, excuse my words.

[Coyote Poetry]

Neither. I found a woman in Central America. Been with her 22 years.

[darkangle]

love the poem

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Throught the words feel real emotions be part of the story. This is how i feel. Very rare very beautiful. I can see here you work realy hard.

[Coyote Poetry]

One of my poem about something gone in lost and found of life.The first love is never forgotten. Just the poet memories and pain that allow them to write. Thank you dear poet for reading and the comment.

[andrew mitchell]

a LOVELY WRITE JOHN, HOW OFTEN AFTER HEARTBREAK NOT KNOWING THERE IS A BETTER WOMAN WAITING AND YOU WONDER WHY ALL THAT ENERGY WAS LOST PINING. NICE WORK AND OF COURSE WORTH THE WAIT. A FAIRYTALE ENDING FOR ME AND I'M SORRY ITS IN CAPITALS LOL

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[Poetic License]

Deep, heavenly sigh. Your "just words" gave me the chills to my toes. I envision an older gentleman flipping pages of a scrapbook retelling the tales of the battles, while his heart silently retells him the tales of the love that might have been. Beautiful and moving. Better to have loved and lost.....

[Coyote Poetry]

I have became the old gentlemen. My grandfather told me when I was young. Have fun and enjoy your life when you are young. These are needed memories in old age. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Ruth]

How beautiful, love is not always meant to survive the shifting sands but each love blesses us with myriad lessons, the emotion and respect are tangible here, lovely :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Poppy and you are right. Love is a rare gift we give or receive.

[imagine, inspire]

Words like these make the world a better place.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for the kind words. I do appreciate.

[Kesha]

These may be "just words" to you, but I feel like these are woven together very intricately, this piece is amazing & very soft spoken. Nicely done

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[Kesha]

You are very welcome

[Paul Bell]

Just words. But the words that started the journey. So in a way, they're actually the most important words. Like this.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Paul. I appreciate the comment.

[Lydia Shutter]

Powerfully emotional, John. Sad that you and Daniela could not make a lifetime out of it, but it seems she left a huge impact on your heart. Beautifully romantic. She is a pretty woman. So wonderful you have the photos and the memories. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Lydia. I appreciate the comment. The old photos seem like a another person lifetime.

[Island Hippy]

This was a lovely piece to read. The tone is warm and I love that Hemingway lingers through the unfolding of the piece. Your words fuse so well with the images. A fragrant romantic piece of writing.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Poet.I appreciate the comment.