If you go away

Just great song and some words.

                      If you go away

Once we loved the rain, the trains and the lazy days.

We owned little and needed just enough.

On Friday night we would go to the Stuttgart train station and look at the schedule,

we would decide a new city to visit.

We had just enough money for a cheap hotel, some wine.

I found you at the Bobingen lake in the Spring of 1978,

smoking cigarettes and watching the sun fall into the west.

We loved Florence and Basel,

we loved the songs of Leonard Cohen.

I was captivated by your face,

your alluring eyes of river blue.

You were my German girl,

who loved the slower days.

Where we wander the old castles of Europe,

we seeks out the ancient cities and I would tell you lullabies of things and people gone.

I remember you told me often,

my love, my darling,

the calamity of life is we forget to see the vibrant colors of life,

we forget the places of quiet aura and fall in the chaos of living.

Will you remember me?

When you go away.

I told her,

I will remember you my dearest gal,

I will yearn for these days,

when I forget who I was.

I will dream of my barefoot girl,

who taught me,

don't allow the illusion of false people to steal your dream.

I remember the sadness in her eyes.

She knew,

she was my Germany and I was a soldier.

She whispered to me in the late Spring of 1980.

Please Johnnie, find and love the golden Dust.

Please Johnnie, follow the sun west and dance with the sea.

Be brave and never forget,

we danced in Florence,

we made love in  Tübingen and we drank the sweetest wine in Basel.

Today the old man,

he remembered the free days, the lazy days.

He told the rising sun.

I have forgotten more than I remember.

But I remember her.

She became my evening song and wishing well wish.

Maybe one day.

The old Poet will tell his Germany beauty.

Thank you for showing me,

life is more than what is near.

                       Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[lightsong]

"Today the old man,
he remembered the free days, the lazy days.
He told the rising sun.
I have forgotten more than I remember.
But I remember her.

She became my evening song and wishing well wish.
Maybe one day.
The old Poet will tell his Germany beauty.
Thank you for showing me,
life is more than what is near."

of all Your words, the wise and beautiful, those stand before the rest to fill the heart with the most poignant yet enchanting touch. when memories turn inside the Fine Bard into creativity, a sheer of brilliance comes as a result, just as here "Her" dear Johnnie.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my kind friend. Those old songs can take us back to the sweeter days.

[lightsong]

and then to bliss us with another beauty from Your Golden Enchanting Pen🌟

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

A beautiful and excited piece that garners only the purest of emotion and awe, well done, good read my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Thomas. With old age. The kind people memories. Still can make us smile.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Coyote... reminds me of the song, “and when I grow too old to dream, I’ll have you to remember”. You are a story-teller of tender moments. gently, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Pat. Us, who love to write. We can make the good days, never forgotten.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

visiting cities, taking road trips...ah youth and young love.
you brought me back with this one, Coyote....
used to love getting into that old Rambler American and just driving myself mad, in a good way.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

The best days, when we could wander. Just seek new places to see. Thank you Jacob for reading and the comment.