A thousand years and a beautiful Christina Perri song.
Where are you, my sweet lover? I searched for you and all I found was traces of smiles and scent of gentle and sweet perfume left.
We had an untamed love. You turned me inside out and made me bleed often. You taught me I could feel and I was alive.
I remember your desperate kisses and our ascend to places of passion where we got lost in the dance of long embrace and kiss.
You made me know. I was dying to love and real love demand payment. We were the fortunate ones for a moment. We held embrace and kiss over all things. I told you I would love you a thousand year and you promised me nuptial bliss till my last breath.
I learn love built on words are promises made to be broken. We held enormous dreams that stole our wisdom to disarm things that could not be. I wanted to save a world. That could not be saved. You wanted to dance, paint beautiful pictures and save a few.
I remember we found the fragile cup of quiet for a time. A time tattoos engraved deeply upon my heart and soul today. I learn too late. My promise to love you for a thousand years. Were true emotions that I cannot forget and do not regret.
Today I’m adrift in the fragment of your memory. I learn restrain was a false emotion. I should of stop and never allowed you to leave my life. I should of bend and flexed to ensure I never allow your beautiful face and caress to leave my life.
Today I have dreams of a beauty who whispered kind words of love and promised me sweet kiss and embrace forever. I wished I knew. Forever was for the lucky and the fortunate ones.
Coyote/John Coyote
Thanks bynigel: I blame Johncoyote, as usual, for the thoughts he evokes my way.
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Thank you Rich. I appreciate the kind words.
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“I learn love built on words are promises made to be broken. ” It’s a lesson that every soul must learn. But we pay the coin, as Rich says..quite willingly. Perhaps for some they don’t see that return on investment… But it’s is a hearty meal indeed. Can’t have the sweet without the sour. Good poem as always John. Great commentary Richwrapper.
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I agree Nigel and thank you for reading and the comment.
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John Castellenas – John Coyote – explores and expounds with wit and charm facing the certainty of time and all its failings. Who has not vowed a forever promise knowing full well its breaking already had begun? The lucky few who knew and loved anyway paid in the realm’s coin gladly for the most part and only half-believing such ephemera was but a poet’s imaginings and never would sunder a love which still comes to me day or night with whispered regrets and joyful laughters both small and modest and brassy full guffaws. But I must mention the coin of regret and pain and failings, all accompanying the better parts of love’s fulsome meal. Thanks, John, for opening another of memory’s doors. J
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