You are my masterpiece

Just words.

                              You are my masterpiece

I saw you drinking and dancing alone. You were still as beautiful as in the Spring of 1978 when our eyes met for the first time. I remember you came to me and you told me. Famous American, I finally caught your attention. I told you, this beautiful May day became a masterpiece when you came near the lake. You took my hand and held tightly for one year. We learn the sweetness of the kiss and the pain of the goodbye.

Now I sit alone and you are dancing alone. Once people who celebrated love, had accepted loneliness. I went to you at the dark corner of the tavern and I whispered. Hello my beautiful Daniela.

I remember your eyes seem to shine and you whispered. Dance with me johnnie, please make me feel good one more time. I know I was your damnation and you fell into the booze and sadness. Pretty face don't mean kind hearts. I stood-up and I danced with you, I whispered into your wanting ear.

I met you when youth was my advantage. Tonight dear lover, we meet at a dead-end. I remember you, you were my wildflower dream, my holy mountains and my wild river. I weaved you into a wish and a tale. Once we painted nights with emotions of the utopia of being young. We will kindred spirits for a time, ready to find kiss and touch till we could  love no-more. Misfortune and the seasons of life overtook our willingness to love. We had our kind Spring, sweet Summer and perfect Autumn. Maybe we held on too tightly in the months of Winter?

I wished nightly to smell the fragrance of your skin, hold your hand, drink morning coffee together with you. I dreamed I heard your love words in the darkness of deadly dreams.

I believe we reap what we sole. I have danced with pretty ladies, I have challenged the sea and I have free-climbed every mountain near. I drank till I couldn't drink no-more and my dead-end, always end-up with the memory of your beautiful face.

I remembered she touched my lips with her tender fingers and she whispered. You were kind and I wanted everything. We get what we deserved. Please Johnnie, dance with me. All we have left is silence and if we are lucky. Create a final painting of us. Holding and loving each other.

                         Johnnie

Author's Note

Just words

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"I met you when youth was my advantage. Tonight dear lover, we meet at a dead-end. I remember you, you were my wildflower dream, my holy mountains and my wild river. I weaved you into a wish and a tale."

Powerful words celebrating chance encounters, love at first sight and the heat of a relationship. Bonds are wonderful and notes are powerful. The title give the most appreciation with careful consideration. The song is wonderful too.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sami. I love the band.

[Sami Khalil]

Me too. You are welcome...

[sette]

romancing with words.. that is the talent you have my friend

[Coyote Poetry]

Old memories haunt the soul. Thank you my friend for reading and the comment.

[Chris Shaw]

Your poetry is so softly spoken Coyote and when I read you I often think about your voice. I imagine you to have a warm, deep voice. There are some lovely poetic lines in your stanzas and your poetry is always inclined to romance and gentle in nature. Thank you for a lovely read.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Chris. I linger with words to the days of old.

[Chris Shaw]

And why not, if that's where you remember happiness and people you loved.

[moog-drika]

Just words with a beautiful portrayal. Sorry, it would be very beautiful portrayal.
The first stanza, I get a retro like vibe that gets me towards a feeling about how would you feel to have someone before you for the first time. those moments, those emotions of the 1-year-journey have been penned beautifully.
Second stanza, gets me into a scene of one of the phases of people, how they celebrate all their moments with their love in one chapter and how they accept loneliness in another.
Third stanza, brings me to another great visualisation where I can sense the dance moments of damnation with his love.
Fourth stanza, I met you when youth was my advantage, such an interesting line to sum up the emotions one feels when he is in his youth, to view the feelings through 'painted nights with emotions of the utopia of being young'
Sixth and seventh stanza, amazingly depicted about the situation when the feeling is just there as your memory and not there for real.
Last one, what a great ending with still creating a final picture to complete each other with memories, with emotions.
Sorry for a very long review, but I loved it way too much.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are kind. I loved your review.