My sweet dream

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“Be softer with you. You are a breathing thing. A memory to someone. A home to a life.” �" Nayyirah Waheed.  @jah_feel_ ~ Spencer’s Butte, OR.

coyotepoet

              My sweet dream

I stood at a distance. I was blessed to see such a beauty.  I  have found free land and mountains and I watched you dance in circles with the godly breezes and the goddess touch surrounding your perfect body.

You came to me, sat between my legs and we listened to the whispers of the ancient people and allowed the silence of the valley to teach us peace.

You were my perfect wildflower dream. Born to love the senses of Spring flowers and long Summer day. I remember you told me. Live for useless things and one day. You will learn. You wasted your journey.

I befell into work and  money and you ran away to deep forest and simple utopia. Today I sit alone. I count few victories in a life controlled by men who did not care if I lived or die.

I remember you. My free and beautiful butterfly. You made me dance, sing and laugh in the embrace of nature and your kind love.

One day on a lonely beach. I wish to see you once more.  To tell you. You were my only freedom known  and my only regret I hold dear. I wished I held tightly and forever to a kind angel who danced for the sun and the moon.

John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

A new poem. I hope you like.

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

We all do get to regret the choices we make in life. Freedom or security, open road or tied to desk. We look back on these memories before we chose and see the other path that was open to us, with the footprints long gone, but the memory lingers on what might have been.
Wonderfully captured recollection, with just the faintest sigh of regret.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. I agree. Regret because less painful with time.

[Neytri]

Its such a heart toching piece. While I was reading it, my heart made a promise to my brain... that whenevr it gets a chance, it will hold that angel, that freedom tight and never ever let go.
Thank you for sharing.

[Coyote Poetry]

We need to find the angel and hold on tight. Thank you Neytri for reading and the comment.

[Nisreen]

There is nothing like finding a person
that makes one free
of money
and greed

i guess a free spirit can do that
to love all
without prejudice

[Coyote Poetry]

Can happen for the lucky. Most of us hold greed too tightly. Would be nice to live without the demands of useless things we do not need. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Junction]

I think in life we all have what if's. We do what we have to like working, paying bills, etc.
However, if the lady in the picture is out there looking for you--go and find her......ha.....
You will be happy!!!! Ha....

[Coyote Poetry]

I'm too old now. Today I can be only the old man by the sea.

[Junction]

Yes, I climbed the ladder myself. But, I figure you got to your last breath. Ha.

[Solar]

'we listened to the whispers of the ancient people and allowed the silence of the valley to teach us peace'.

Marvellous lines...those whispers never die out.

[Coyote Poetry]

They don't and thank you for reading and the comment.

[Tina Kline]

A very beautiful poem full of romance and regret. As we live longer it seems we regret more. Memories haunt us. 'If onlys' take hold.

I really enjoyed reading your lovely poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Tina. The past seem more sweeter with time and separation. Thank you Tina for reading and the comment.

[Tina Kline]

You are most welcome. :)

[gentlekindness]

I love this poem about sensuality and nature and natural beauty. Nature is the mother of sensuality, strength, truth and beauty.

My favorite line ...
"You were my perfect wildflower dream. Born to love the senses of Spring flowers and long Summer day."

Annie :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Annie for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[Untalented Creation]

Inspiring, wonderful poem. I really like the intensity of such an incident.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[emmajoy]

'You came to me, sat between my legs and we listened to the whispers of the ancient people and allowed the silence of the valley to teach us peace.'

I do like your new poem, John, it's wonderful. Your words are passionate, yet tender. Tis as if you're holding a precious memory in your hands, not wanting to hurt it any way. Your writing has altered in the past year, there's a wistfulness to your words, always uniquely you. That photograph is just perfect for your poem, it's beautiful.

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree. Years ago. I knew the free people. One day I will find them again. Become the street poet once again. Thank you dear friend for reading and the kind words.

[Tonyna]

"I remember you. My free and beautiful butterfly. You made me dance, sing and laugh in the embrace of nature and your kind love."

A delightful read. We forget the beautiful things in life that surround us.

[Coyote Poetry]

We do, which is sad. Thank you Tonyna for reading and the comment.