Hell or high water
Upstream
You were never easy,
You were the day and I was the night,
never stopping to keep our promises made.
You were my sun and I was the moon,
so much to do,
we forgot to love.
If I had you near, now.
Hell or high water,
I would never release you again.
The damn road stole you away from me,
bloody war stole my kindness,
seeking money, left me alone swimming upstream and so damn alone.
Once for a second,
we had the harvest moon,
we had strong whiskey and we danced nude for the moon and the stars.
We devoured each other,
tried to capture everything in minutes, in hours.
We knew.
Soft and easy days were not our blessings,
we were fugitives,
holding on and seeking freedom in the same words spoken.
Today dear love,
hell or high water,
I wouldn’t leave you again,
this time,
I would beg for the mercy of love promise.
Dancing Coyote
Beautiful poem – memory lane – regrets – days gone by. If only there were second chances.
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I do agree. We can go back in time. Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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Beautiful and touching, both song and your poem, so wonderfully penned, passionate, lyrical and so emotionally intense. Love the vibrant and poignant imagery with the contrasts “sun-moon”, “day-night”. Thank you so much for the follow. I really appreciate this, John. I strongly recommend you and all your followers my friend Mario Savioni’s novelette “Pickles and Tarts” (very short chapters, easy to read, each chapter can be understood without reading the previous one). It is a story where 54-year-old Frank has been selected by 19-year-old Nicole through a dating site. Frank looks at Nicole’s photos on the site and is attracted to her beauty. Nicole tells him she has a boyfriend and is not interested in a romantic relationship. She adds: “It’s fun to talk to different people sometimes.” The only apparent thing Frank and Nicole seem to have in common is their interest to write stories. Perhaps they want to meet just to write one together? Now Frank has already started to imagine this story, a story-within-the-main-story. “Pickles and Tarts” is a lovely story of illusion-delusion, dream-reality, non-conformist with the Capitalist system, reflective on love, sex, drugs, abuse, loneliness and human relationships in today’s world. It is profound and highly intriguing. I especially recommend the last chapter, number 15:
https://savioni.wordpress.com/
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I will check-out now and thank you for reading my work.
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Thank you too, John. You have no idea of how important this is to me. Without Mario I wouldn’t exist on wordpress. This really means a lot to Mario and to me.
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Memories linger in sunshine and shadows. … beautifully poignant my poetic friend.
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I agree and thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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It is tough looking back sometimes! Well done!
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You are right my friend. I appreciate the comment.
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