Dear Luna

A re-write

                          Dear Luna

Forget me not my beautiful lady, you are too kind to a old soldier. Please dear Luna, I know somethings are too beautiful to know and to behold. If you came near, I would want you forever. Forever is just wish and fairy tale dear Luna. Forever is reaching for the sun or the moon, holding them close and learning. Can’t control love or the stars.

 

I have known the darkest places. My heart, mind and hands are dirty with sin and I cannot be saved. Pretty Luna asked, what do you need dear Johnnie?  Where is the place of healing? Maybe I can be your ambrosia. I smiled and I whispered. Just a song my pretty lady. A song about the Ivory Cliffs of Dover, the Pacific ocean or the Great lakes. Please bewitch my heart.

 

She smiled and she laughed. She sang for the drunken soldier.
"
In the valley where the wind is free,
the spirit song of free people is sung,
broken men can come and their deeds be forgiven and they heart and mind can be healed.
Love is life and life is love,
broken heart and blinded eyes,
please come to the valley where the river flow freely,
wash your face in the clean water and dance barefoot on the soft glass.
War must be forgotten and all of us are dirty with sin dear poet.
Please dear love, let’s us sing and dance till we can fall in love.

"
I smiled and I asked. Where is this place? Where is the cleansing river dear Luna? Dear Luna, I will break your heart and leave you with sorrow and regret only.

 

Luna come to me and she whispered. It is too late Johnnie. My heart been broken many times. Life, war and regret is a part of the all of us. If we drink from an empty bottles of hope, we will die alone and barren. Everyone bleeds, everyone cries and everyone need embrace in the cold of the Winter nights. We need to drink from overflowing bottle of sweet wine and allow the past to lay dead and be bury. Even a glimpse of love is enough for us who had learned sin, gin and the whiskey. Few angels in the dark taverns my love.

 

I pushed away the whiskey bottle and she came to him. She sat on his lap and I put my face into her soft breasts and I whispered. We can play the lover and we can play the fool. Please say you love me to my face and please tell me you need me. Maybe we can find a merciful place?

 

Luna smiled and caressed my hair and she whispered. If it be your will Johnnie, I will say these words. I need and I love you. Please say nothing and allow our broken hearts to heal.

 

Johnnie and Luna danced alone in the closed tavern. A thousand angels prayed for them.

The Angels prayed.
"
Heal the soldier heart,
heal the soldier regret,
please allow the anger and memory of war to be accepted .
Please allow the gift of love to heal the pain of life,
please send hope and laughter to the men taught war before knowing the sweetness of love.
"
John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

' In the valley where the wind is free, - the spirit song of free people is sung, - broken men can come and their deeds be forgiven and they heart and mind can be healed. - Love is life and life is love, '

Your stories are inevitably so full of love found or
re-discovered and often rooted in a man or woman's sadness. Your dialogue and thoughts seem whispered and thoughtful, finding answers with loving empathy and a need for closeness and comfort that gives rather than takes. True love, remembered, cherished.

(Edited my review, too long, muddled.)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Emma. I appreciate the comment.

[Ken Simm.]

what is so apparent is that you understand these deep, profound and moving statements and what is more mean them. you are one in a trillion John and I admire the hell out of you both as an artist, a person and as a friend.
And what is more I get to experience the beauty in your life and memories. To some extent anyway. As far as my small wishes can enclose such beauty. Where the wind is free.

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

This poem is deeply moving, profound, transcendent and filled with poems and songs that play around the heart Coyote. One of the best I’ve read from you- and that’s saying something, as all of your work is such genius. “In the valley where the wind is free”-yes. “Maybe we can find a merciful place”- yes a million times. Luna’s song is a rhapsody of life and love- the feminine soul singing out. And Johnnie’s song is a tribute to life, to end of war. “The Angels prayed.” This is a poem of Angels, and one I will save. Kudos

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Annette. I appreciate your kind words.

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

You are very welcome John!