The pureness of my reflection

Just words

                           The pureness of my reflection

Once we had the moon, the sun and the free road.
You were my footprints into wild waters and secret places upon mountain where the clouds
danced with us.

Together we fell into the carousel of wild sea.
Suicide boarding the California Winter storm than
healing body and soul together in deep thoughts and tender embrace into deep nights.

We invented new places and journey. Free-climbing high into private hills and mountains.
I remember you dancing nude by the secret waterfalls. You blessed my vision and the sun.

Today you have become my moon, my sun and my wild river.
The pureness of my reflection take me to you in sweet dreams.

I remember your short t-sheets and your commands for long massages.
You were my perfect beauty who sang songs of love to me by the Monterey sea.
I have ascended to old age and I still whisper your name in the quiet of the night.

I love you Gail. I hope you are safe and still seeking the beauty of this world.

                            John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[V.L.Mir]

This is no poem. This is love. I love the way how you fill the words with sympathy and compassion because genuinely, we feel it, too. You write it as if you're serenading us to the place itself and allowing us to become witnesses of the love you had with Gail along with the moon, the stars and the free road. Nice piece, Sir Coyote!

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[lightsong]

How magically gorgeously fine are Your words... like a crystal spell through the pure untouched nature, You for sure have a spirit that knows how to love everything through loving one individual...

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Light. I do appreciate the comment.

[DeerInHeadlights]

oh my....
~You were my footprints into wild waters and secret places upon mountain where the clouds
danced with us.~
I was hooked right there, and began to read this out loud to myself to really capture the feeling of it.. quite lovely indeed..

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend. Sweet memories become sweeter with time.

[Alfred Kukitz]

A resurrection of memories, the holy sublime. When did we meet? When eyes drank each other's souls.

Regards,
Al

[Coyote Poetry]

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

[Taylor]

Returning to thank you for your review of my work. This is such a gentle and lyrical poem with mysterious spaces. I love the images especially in conjunction with the dreams of an old man.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Taylor. Old men like me. Reflect a lot.

[Taylor]

Sometimes the advantage of being old is that the dream is better than the past reality!

[Onyia-Ali, Kingsley Chu..]

Wow, love again? Sound nostalgia of more intensed love blended with nature. She is indeed a deep reflection of the persona's love of nature. Your really convey meaning, pictures with words. Very well articulated. Well done.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[Cassie]

I disagree with your authors note, this is so real...this are not words, am i right. I really enjoyed reading

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Cassie. I appreciate the kind words and the comment.

[Jon Roggie]

Damn it. You nailed it. You can't help but wonder, and wish her well. Bravo.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jon. I appreciate the comment.

[Jon Roggie]

Just being honest. You are welcome.

[Ashley Renegade]

This is beautiful. My words seem to be failing me, but incredible work Sir! The sense of love, passion, and loss all flow freely in this beautifully written piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ashley. Love, sadness and life wild ride. Our reasons for writing.

[Dave]

What a lovely recollection of a bygone love. The love and affection she instilled in you seems to add to the reflection of your love for her. I find love to be such a precious commodity. A combination of so many things, many we would care to forget, but others we know we would remember if we were to live for all eternity. Thank you so much for sharing your love.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Dave for reading and the comment. Without the memories. Good and bad. What would we be?

[Dave]

Indeed! What would we be?