April 12, 2021 10:14 pm
Sad brown eyes…
A brown eye angel is crying in our bedroom for me.
In a turmoil of a kind love.
A paradise of burning emotion.
You can create a strange prison.
I held her too tightly,
I didn’t hold her enough.
The fine line of giving and taking leave you confused.
Love held on by a few words won’t last the night.
I try to speak softly and don’t create a wall of hate.
When life’s disappointments surround you.
Slow down and think.
I close my eyes and
re-set my thoughts.
Allow the pain to evaporate into the night.
I told her “I love you since the first moment I looked into your brown eyes..”
We sat together in a silence and I held her tightly.
I whispered. “Stop the fear and hate before the walls of love falls down forever.
In a nightmare you didn’t love me. I was alone”
I fell to my knees and prayed at her feet.
“My only wish.
Please don’t leave my life.”
I open my eyes and my brown eye Angel embraced me.
She told me. “You are my first real love.
When you leave me. I will never be complete again.”
I whispered “I love you and I need you.
Your love made a man running in circles find peace.”
Sweet dreams can become nightmares.
A wise man is gentle with his wife and children.
Love bring love. Kindness bring kindness.
Some words should never be spoken.
For words can break a heart forever.
I will go to my brown eye angel and beg for forgiveness.
Coyote
October 1994
Posted by johncoyote
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By thereluctantpoet on April 14, 2021 at 1:12 am
Thank you my friend.
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By johncoyote on April 14, 2021 at 10:35 am
Very very beautiful…❤
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By d.a.simpsonwriter on April 13, 2021 at 10:33 am
Thank you my friend for reading and the kind words.
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By johncoyote on April 13, 2021 at 10:35 am
it’s hard to find the correct balance sometimes, John, between too little and too much 😦
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By johnlmalone on April 13, 2021 at 12:07 am
You are right John. She was the one, I should of kept.
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By johncoyote on April 13, 2021 at 1:13 am
it’s always the way; I’ve let some slip too; when was the last time you heard from her?
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By johnlmalone on April 13, 2021 at 1:14 am
In 1982, a letter. She got marry and I returned to the USA.
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By johncoyote on April 13, 2021 at 1:17 am
gee, that is a long time; she probably has kids and grandkids by now 🙂 life goes on, John
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By johnlmalone on April 13, 2021 at 1:18 am
Yes it does John. I found another 17 years later and I did well. I have four grandchildren. I believe all things fall into place.
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By johncoyote on April 13, 2021 at 8:01 am
splendid, John; you have done well; it took a while but you got there; I have five grandchildren but two live in Vienna so I don’t see them that often but we talk 🙂
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By johnlmalone on April 13, 2021 at 8:03 am
I liked the soldier life and five grandchildren. That is wonderful John. My fifth grandchild is due in late May. Our grandchildren. Keep us feeling young and hopeful.
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By johncoyote on April 13, 2021 at 8:07 am
they do 🙂
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By johnlmalone on April 13, 2021 at 8:49 am
a beautiful, sad poem, John; I love the line: ”your love made a man running in circles find peace’ 🙂
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By johnlmalone on April 13, 2021 at 12:05 am