The fragrance of time...

What shall we remember? Who name will we whisper when the endless night comes to us?

                          The fragrance of time...

We cannot stop time. Youth run away from us so quickly. We must have a Gypsy soul. We must know wonder-lust, we must kiss many pretty ladies and we must dance for the sun and the moon.

The fragrance of Summer, I do remember. A beautiful Scottish gal wore a shod of white silk and she loved the forbidden kiss. She had the sun in her eyes and we loved the early September Germany new wines.

She loved to paint the small lake, the clouds and the rocks being caressed by the moving water. She asked me often. Can I paint your face. You have a strong face and I can see a million journeys and I will pay you with one kiss. I can see the sadness in your eyes. A deep heaviness hidden away.  I told her. I will allow you dear Sheena to paint my ugly face. But I may want a million kisses.  She laughed at my words and she told. You are not ugly, you are a pretty one dear Johnnie. I may be willing to give more kisses if we can talk and we can show each other our real faces. You and I. We like to be invisible to our world. But one day, someone will see us.

She smiled and she told him. I found you drinking alone writing into your journal in May. You wrote, I see dead thing, I saw the the worst of men deeds. Did I do my part? Remember I sat with you and you told me. My dancing and beautiful Sheena. I need to hear the gentleness of your voice, I need to remember how beautiful you are. Please hold my hand and teach me. I am not alone. She smiled and she kissed him often. She whispered to him. Please hold my hand, give me warm and sweet kisses. Let's create memories of beautiful places and wonderful days. We can stay by the lake, drink the September new wine and make love expand and multiply to forever. You war is over. I am with you. I will keep you safe my love.

I remember I brought her closer and I told her. Thank you my dancing Sheena. I shall love you till the end of time.

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[M. J. Smith]

The people who steal our souls! They often see what others do not. With me, people see the drifter. I want them to. But once in a while, someone sees beyond the old clothes and the scruffy beard. Those are the ones who touch our hearts at the deepest levels. Well written. I never expected romance to run so deep in you!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you M. J. Smith. All of us need the blessing of love.

[Kim S.]

. I can see the sadness in your eyes. A deep heaviness hidden away.

I really enjoyed this part of your write, This is amazing, deep and full of feeling

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Beckie and I agree. We must be seeking love to find her.

[lessa (kenzie)]

I found you drinking alone writing into your journal in May. You wrote, I see dead thing, I saw the the worst of men deeds. Did I do my part? Remember I sat with you and you told me.

Really love this part, this is so romantic, some people wouldn't recognize love if they had it.
This is wonderful.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Kenzie for reading and the comment. I appreciate.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

You really tug at the heartstrings with your words. So many things this piece says. Together it says love is the ultimate miracle.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. Hello from Michigan and I appreciate the kindness.

[ms. barrie]

firstly, please forgive my delayed visits upon your art...
this amazingly penned...i adore the vividly romantic,
tender imagery woven throughout this story.

personally, i found reading your words to be
slightly reminiscent of the film “somewhere in time”

beautifully written.

[Coyote Poetry]

When we find someone kind. We must hold on. All of us have a "Somewhere in time." Hello dear friend. The blessing of love, we need. I have my five grandchildren. I have love always near. Their laughter and craziness keeps me young.