I remember you, I remember us.

Just words

       


                                                I remember you, I remember us

Once we were young and free. You were  my California dream and I was your Hemingway.
We roamed highway one for one year and we sang, drank and ate life life like a starving child.

You were my fearless angel. You wanted the Winter storms and suicide boarding. You wanted to free-climb every free-standing mountain near. We had no debts and the old dodge truck. She was willing to take us anywhere.

I remember us  in San Francisco. Dancing in the streets and laughing at life. We were fearless, bold and uncaged. You were my perfect beauty and we forsaken home and steady place. We believed living and dying was the open road and new place.

You and I had. Good drink, sweet wine and the sea. 365 days and nights we slept by the sea in our sleeping bag and we allowed the sea to sing to us. The song of freedom.

Today I looked in the mirror and I see fragrant of who I was. Once I vowed to never allow the walls of life to send me to the silence grave. I would not forsake the amorous need of love and kiss.  I promised myself in 1996. Never to leave the sea and never to leave us.

Today an old man and his silent pen. He remembered the days of being reckless and his mistress the Pacific ocean.  He remember your summer dresses of his love and tracing tender skin by the sea of his lover with no place to go.

I remember you, I remember us. Where are you sweet and kind lover? I pray you are dancing by sea, singing song to the sleeping gods of the sea and still know a glimpse of freedom and the open road.

I wrote down my final wish. When my body is tire and done. Give me a Native American burial and please empty my ashes into the Pacific ocean. Maybe one day. You and I will find same place once again.

We will never leave the sea and learn the laughter of wild children who loved the sea, loved to dance and drink. Never gave into a demanding world that leave us empty and alone.

                                    John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

New poetry.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

First of all, I just want to say how much I'm enjoying your current flow of new poetry. It feels like you're very prolific lately! *smile* Now I want you to know this message transported me to a few of these similar type of lover/wanderer experiences in my youthful adulthood. Now I want to write something in a similar vein to commemorate some of my own wild hairs. Love all the detailed memories here . . . reminds me of my home state of California, of course! (((HUGS)))

[Coyote Poetry]

It was dear California. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[barleygirl]

I loved this piece of yours so much, I had to write something from a similar time in my own life . . . just posted it this morning: "Goose Prairie" . . . thanks for the inspiration! (((HUGS)))

[Coyote Poetry]

I'm glad and I will read now.

[The Iron Horseman]

Very beautiful, Coyote. It reminded me of my love of the open road and the beauty of the wild places.

[Coyote Poetry]

Open road and no place to go. Best days of a life. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[The Iron Horseman]

You are very welcome.

[Donicca Dona L]

I Had teardrops in my eyes while reading this is so touching.
aah when we were young and wild.

[Coyote Poetry]

Good to be young and wild. Thank you Donicca for reading and the comment.

[Dave]

Such wonderful memories! So easy to remember glorious times together with the one you love. Thank you John for stirring some long forgotten memories in me.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dave. I appreciate the comment.

[Island Hippy]

Aloha John, beautiful dancing imagery.
I admire your unique voice and storytelling. Izzy

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Izzy. I was station at Fort Ord, California for three years. Best days of my life.

[SJ Mullins]

Incredible. I loved this one too. You do have a way with words. I have always enjoyed reading your poetry/prose. Keep up the good work! Thanks for sharing! Suze

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Suze. I appreciate the many comment.

[SJ Mullins]

You're welcome. Your pieces are a pleasure to read. :)

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

This poem flies like the wind as we follow it to the sea. " You were my California Dream and I was your Hemingway.""He remembered the days of being reckless and his mistress the Pacific Ocean." Superb imagery and eloquent words. Thank you for letting us share the road of your life with you Coyote!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Annette. Maybe old man Johnnie can become the free and wild old man?

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You mean, he isn't? :)

[Coyote Poetry]

No. Slow-downed for awhile. Raised four children and worked and worked.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

God bless you Johnnie. You did a good job with your life. I can tell by the words you write that your spirit still rides free and wild always...

[Coyote Poetry]

I'm trying.

[angelina neves]

soooooooooooo beautiful!
... and in a way, from for for away, I can relate to this and also hope never have to leave the sea...

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too dear Angelina. I need 20 years by the Pacific ocean. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed a touching tale of old memories and the freedom only the young can have Coyote. Told as always with such pathos.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend. Good to be young and foolish. Maybe one day. I will be old and foolish? Thank you John for reading and the comment.

[Ardra]

Maybe one day. You and I will find same place once again.

Very touching as always John....
It's beautiful to read your stories ...
Thanks for sharing

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ria. I appreciate the comment. Old memories become more sweeter with time and distance.