Lost in the abyss of you

Some words.

                               Lost in the abyss of you....

Can sleeping men sleep find peace? My mind wandered to far away places to when I was brave. My youthful heart believed in love, I believe I could do anything. 

Now love had forgotten my name and I remember a pale skin dancing beauty on the first warm day of Spring in Germany. She knew my name and she would tell me. I love you Johnnie, I do love you my Johnnie.

We would dance with the Spring flowers and we would find the sea. Drink Ambrosia wine and I held her, like she was my everything and more. Maybe I knew. Love was so sweet and so rare.

The tapestry of life can got twisted and I told the rising moon. I remember you, I remember us. You weaved me a safe place once and old age had cometh. 

Now I seek to be lost in the abyss of you and I know you can't return from the place you left. I remember your beautiful face and how I ran to you to feel the embrace of your tender arms and hands.

Now I am far and away from your memory. I told the million stars. Tell the kindest woman in my world, my sweetest dreams. I pray she did well and she knew great happiness. I want one day.

I want to thank her for loving me in the Spring of my life, I have not forgotten her.

Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[barleygirl]

What I find interesting is that you've written at least two hundred poems that I've read over the years which quote these women as all saying "I love you, Johnny!" (And in many poems, it's repeated for emphasis). What else can we deduce, but to say that hundreds loved you, my friend, but you still went on your way to ravage the next hundred or so damsels. (I'm just teasing you becuz you hit my limit of romantic BS with this one & I had to call a spade a spade!) You know I love your writing, even if you were a womanizer & you pretty that fact up so nicely (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Coyote Poetry]

This gal in the poem. I was engaged to be marry in 1978. She was a angel and I was not. Old poets love regret. The poet's wealth. I searched for war too and I learn the pain and the misery of war. Old soldiers hate war. They have learn. War killed the best of us and we can't ever be the same. Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment.

[barleygirl]

It would be nice for a reader to know that we're reading about a fiance, not just another bar fly. You make no distinctions about all the different women you write about, just that you love their bodies, so it seems as if none are meaningful to you. Maybe you could think about this some.

[Ted Kniffen]

Well done John, another of your love stories and I'm with Bgirl on this one ... this girl was more special than the others it seems ... so maybe this is for the one I let get away.

Been there ... know what regret looks like.

[Coyote Poetry]

We do remember the gals who escaped our life Ted. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Robert Trakofler]

somewhere the waves of that motion are still rippling across the time and tides Mr. Coyote and perpetuated by your stirrings love does still know your name

[Coyote Poetry]

Maybe my friend and thank you Robert for reading and the comment.

[Robert Trakofler]

Loved your videos

[lightsong]

Some experience are unforgettable in our lives, even if we moved on, the memories linger, the best is to make these memories, memories of gratitude instead of only pain. so heartfelt, so beautiful, so tender, your words, your feelings, though yes they are sad and yearning, but this comes from that place of gratitude I was speaking about, and this what makes your piece even more beautiful and touching. Thank You dear Coyote ❤️

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my dear friend. Every kissed did, a blessing. Every dance done, a wonder and a miracle. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Arthur Henn]

A bitter sweet love. Yes, there are many. Coyote, thank you for sharing love of sentiment. I was fourteen when I etched my bittersweet love. 1971, we moved from Missouri, to California, never did I once write or call my first love. I went back for my Thirty-Year High School Reunion, hoping she would be there. Only to find a red rose on a table to show respect for her death.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello Arthur. A red rose to show respect. The past still can break our heart. Thank you for reading and the comment. I appreciate my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I love this..so romantic....and reminds me of my German Girlfriend I met in grad school, Dorothee.
We dated for a short while, but even to this day we are close friends...and it has been 34 years since we went out...I find that special and am grateful she and I still talk on the phone some times. thank you for this reminder.
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

I wish I could talk to the gal. Now lost in time Jacob. Would be nice to keep in contact with the people we cared for. Thank you for reading and the comment. My friend.

[Dave Brown]

I think that sort of thing happens to so many of us
I also look back and wonder where and why
but life is life

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dave for reading and the comment. You are right. All of us have left something behind.

[Dave Brown]

Oh BTW Excellent painting

[Poetic Beauty]

A beautiful sentiment to a woman you shared love and amazing adventure with in the spring of life. Romantic and sweet

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my kind friend. I appreciate the kind world.