Can return no more.

Words and actions can create bridges that can't be repaired.

                         Can return no more

We can dwell in paradise,
Swim in pleasure and sweet dreams.
We will believe time is our friend.

We know the  sun will rise and fall into the sea and
the dust will turn into night. Love will grow and falter.

Lucky lovers know.
Love is measured in seconds,
a lucky person knows to hold on tight when the fire is hot.

We are vulnerable to weaknesses,
love will decay and the heart will turn cold.
Pretty faces who sweet lips made us feel safe,
Can't be found no-more.

Beautiful maiden who spark hope and desire,
once were young and hopeful.
We left them alone to learn sadness and pity.

Woman are gifts to wise men.
A man with common sense
is kind and gentle with his lover.
Ensure she is content and her wishes are fulfilled.

When the heart grow old and tire.
We learn too late,
can return no more.

Beautiful places and faces,
only rise up in sweet dreams.
The heart will die a thousand times and
the farewells will lay heavy upon the heart and mind.

I learn to hold my muses close.
I whisper with words on paper.
A foolish person extinguished the fire of love too soon.
A wise person hold on till the ecstasy of passion fade away
and the love is gone.

Love is like the four seasons.
We will change and become different.
True love will grow and change like the seasons.
Better to be like a willow tree in the Spring.

Able to move and dance with the wind.


                            Coyote/John Castellenas

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

I felt the sadness of love lost and cherished. Holding on to the dream is much more gratifying when you've experienced the bliss first hand...

This is a beautiful display of emotion. Melancholy, yet hopeful of dreams~"Able to move and dance with the wind"

Well penned!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Robbie for reading. I do appreciate.

[Rahul]

Nice penn'd as usual :), keep writing.

[Mark]

Pasts make us who we were, and set the tone for what we will be. Great work here John. Loved it.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Mark. I appreciate the comment.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i too see some editing in the wind on this one...

but it is a really strong thematic piece...

we need to hold on to what we have, we need to learn to appreciate what we have...
too often we throw love away and move on, but we can't go back...

and often we say things we regret...at times biting the tongue might produce a little blood, but in the long run it is smarter.

jacob

[emmajoy]

'Lucky lovers know. ~ Love is measured in seconds, ~ a lucky person knows to hold on tight when the fire is hot.'
How very wise and beautiful your poem is, John .. but that's not unusual with your posts, there's always something precious to take away and keep safe.
Tis true, so many precious memories and people flit before our thinking as we get older; wonder trips along with regrets - and the sad reality of not being able to go back; but we can use experience - sweet or sour memories, to become wiser, less vunerable or gullible, impulsive or irresponsible, But as you suggest, as we walk on, discover what sincerity and true love really means .. 'True love will grow and change like the seasons. ~ Better to be like a willow tree in the Spring. ~ Able to move and dance with the wind.'

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Emma for the comment and reading. Love changes with age. Love is the man who buy his love her treats and ensure the cable worked so she can watch her soap operas.

[emmajoy]

Now that really is love .. :)))

[Sorry Infamous]

"I learn to hold my muses close." Beautiful. Lovers are such fickle things. A smart ode to loving all the time you have with someone before it ends never to return. "Lucky lovers know. Love is measured in seconds." Great lines.

[Coyote Poetry]

With age. We wish we used our time wisely. If we knew love was limited. Most of us would hold tighter when the love is near. Thank you for reading.

[Sheila Kline]

John, I always love your writes as you are able to make me feel as if you are actually talking to me! You truly have a wonderful gift of story telling with messages that are not easily forgotten!
This particular piece is one of my favorites of yours. It is absolutely beautiful!!....the lines:

I learn to hold my muses close.
I whisper with words on paper.
A foolish person extinguished the fire of love too soon.
A wise person hold on till the ecstasy of passion fade away
and the love is gone.

I especially love!! Thank you for sharing your gift with us!!! - in my favorite file!!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sheila for the kind words. I do appreciate.

[Renny]

LOVE FADES AND IF NOT PUT IN CHECK IT DIES. ONLY LOVERS WHO ARE DETERMINED TO STAY TOGETHER LEARN TO REIGNITE THE PASSION. GOODWRITE!!!

[Coyote Poetry]

You are correct. A long marriage take hard work and patience.

[one sky]

""Love is like the four seasons.
We will change and become different.
True love will grow and change like the seasons.
Better to be like a willow tree in the Spring.
Able to move and dance with the wind."

Change is inevitable. We cannot control it. Places change. People change. So we can't go back to the good old days we considered as perfect.

For me "Words and actions can create GAPS that can't be repaired." So whenever we speak and act, we should make it sure we are not making any gap with sommebody.

Nice poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. When we love someone. Better to be silence than use negative words and action.

[Pete Langley]

The sentiments you voice are sincere and wise, John....and seem to have been written as a thought stream, which I feel would be more effective poetically with a little editing to remove one or two untidy phrases and repetitions which make the piece stumble. I hope this is helpful. P.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you. I feel the need for a edit also.