The black night and the shadow dance

Just words.

                               The black night and the shadow dance

A long time ago in the late night hours of Tubingen, Germany. You and I were wild and free. The yearly Summer festival was alive and well. We were drunk on love and we were drunk on the sweet Summer sweet red wine.




You were my ambrosia. Perfect hazel eyes, long tan legs and your danced to the faraway song like a tempting siren. Who wanted everything and who wanted nothing.

 I told you my dear lover.
"The black  night is here and the shadows of the night are upon us.
We are drunk on our youth and please kiss me sweetly, please kiss me long.
The black night tell no secrets and
I love to watch you dance to the faraway song.
You make the shadows of the midnight hour.
Come alive and make my world sweeter and darker.
You are my Gypsy princess and I'm the beggar at your feet.
I  love when you whisper to me.
I will take care of you and tonight we shall show our real faces.
Release the heavy clothing of life and be bare and free.
Allowing need of the kiss and the embrace to overcome safety and fear."

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I got up and I and my German love. We danced by the quiet river. Not concern for the festive people near. I whispered to her. We dance for the moon and the stars.  We shall play Dante and dear Beatrice. Drink and fall into love knowing. I will.
Damn those perfect hazel  eyes, damn the gentleness of your voice and wish till my death. To have your skin again my skin my lovely. I and you know.

The black night and the shadow dance.
Just wishes and prayers for us foolish enough to believe.
Love is near, love can be real.


                         John Castellenas/Coyote

Author's Note

Just words.

Reviews

[Tom]

She sure is/was an enchantress, bewitching, beautiful and such a vibrant voice, brimming with Joie de vivre.... I can see why you, like any young man of the time were completely captivated and so in love, those were the days Coyote!

https://youtu.be/y3KEhWTnWvE

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Tom for reading and the comment. I told my children. Travel, have fun and know laughter when you are young.

[Tom]

No doubt about that my friend, no doubt...

https://youtu.be/4a5vaIsaxB8

[Coyote Poetry]

Great songs Tom.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

your poetry puts us in the pubs, on the streets, sitting in the cafes...and it is like we are at the next table observing.
such real life----baring it all.
nicely done
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

We need the field trip with words. Thank you Jacob for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[barleygirl]

I love this tapestry of prose, poetry, & song! You always do such great combinations of the arts here! Your detail are superb & it makes me wish we had crossed paths way back when we were both wild & drunk on spontaneity! *wink! wink!* Fondly, Margie

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend. Was good to be young one.

[olla]

wow.. this is enough to make me drunk all by it's self.. so much passion and not just words.. well done my friend..

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you olla. I appreciate the comment.

[Great Aunt Astri]

I think this is the best love poem I have read for a long time. I love it , the 'shadows of the midnight hour', and all. Keep this memory in a safe place, Coyote, you can treasure it forever. Beautifully written.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my dear friend. Day of our youth. Sweeter and better when old age find us.

[Great Aunt Astri]

:} .........

[Tomás Ó C..]

Love the imagery and the gypsy music

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my friend. I appreciate the comment.

[Sean M. Addams]

Beautifully done. Very dark but romantic. Overall a very impressive piece.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sean. I appreciate the comment.

[Lydia Shutter]

Your words are so very romantic. To be young, drunk, and in love....ah yes, I remember it well. A bittersweet tale, John....your words are always a pleasure to read. Lydi**

[Coyote Poetry]

You are right my friend, best days to be drunk in love and thank you dear Lydia for reading and the comment.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

As always romantic and yet tragic in a tale of seeking love amongst the remnants of destruction and debauchery. Love the line:
You are my Gypsy princess and I'm the beggar at your feet.

[Coyote Poetry]

This amazing singer took me back to my days in Germany. The song of the streets. Always wonderful and thank you my friend for reading and the comment.