Lullabye

Amazing and beautiful singer. Please listen.

                         Lullabye

Did we lie?

Did we love?

Did we forget?

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Once love inferno,

became water down love.

Our warm bed, became cold.

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I sang lullabye of forever once upon a time,

we believed in forever.

Now quiet hush had overtook the lonely bed.

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Longing and belonging, we knew.

We painted perfect sea,

we create a canvas of everlasting beauty.

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Who forgot? Who can remember?

Did we foresee the seclusion?

Was our lullabyes, just brushstroke of words 

to entice the sleeping heart?

                          Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Some words.

Reviews

[Eilis]

A sad understanding of life and love—when what we think will soar forever ends up coming to land before we are ready.

Your poem offers the ache of realization where the crash becomes the primary feeling after we realize forever is not as easily attainable as we once believed it to be.

This is a lovely poem of longing and reaching, Coyote. Even with knowing this may be the end, perhaps love remains worth pursuing for the bright moments that can always be remembered.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Eilis for reading and the comment. Life is lessons and most of us learn the hard way.

[barleygirl]

Excellent musical share! This poem brings to mind the way we think we know all about the life we've lived, but as life goes on, we find out more & more how little we understood about what we were doing, what we were going thru, & upon later reflection, so many more meanings become apparent, but it's too late to act on our new understandings, except to just look back on life in many different ways (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Margie for reading and the comment. Reflection, the writer's wealth. We keep learning and we keep learning new mistakes.

[Gee]

Tis amazing how big and lonely a bed becomes when it is no longer shared by the one we love. Regrets then become what we "cuddle" as we drift off into fitful sleep.
Much longing and regret in these words.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend. Thank you for reading and the comment. The bed seem to become colder and more lonely.

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest John... your poetry reflects love as brush strokes of
colors and moods when visions of affection were seen in backgrounds of
musical seductions. A dance that never ends. truly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Pat. This song is perfect poetry. Make your heart bleed.

[iceintheattic]

Hmm oftentimes I wonder the same with my situation. And this kind of hit home in that tiny section of my life. Is this the grief & loss of love? or that the thing we thought we might end up with the label of immortality is just a phase? and why must we always seem to go back to those moments instead of having to continue it without looking back to it again? Either way, this is still lovely despite the melancholia

[Coyote Poetry]

We can fight to stay or run? I believe better to think before action. Maybe you have found the perfect place and maybe we should, beg for mercy. Thank you dear Poet for reading and the comment.

[iceintheattic]

Much love