Forever..

Election day blues.. Love is a mad man dream.

Forever..

I didn't know. We were liars in the midnight dance of love.

We wanted to taste everything, we wanted to feel everything.

I didn't know love would be forgotten.

Words become, just words. Worthless.

We were young and you were the most beautiful woman I ever seen.

We devours touch, we devours kisses till we could not.

We said words, we made promises, we could not keep.

I remember you told me.

I will love you forever.

We didn't know forever was, just the liar's prayer of wishes.

We had the Bacchus wine and a million kisses.

Today the lonely poet wrote.

He didn't know. Love sweet, love kind. Can be forgotten.

Love passionate is for the young and the hopeful in heart.

Not for the old poets. 

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

When we are young we lack the experience of life. I am sure that when those words were said in the height of passion, they were meant. Forever is a long time. We understand the neani g better as we age. Thank you dear Coyote for your poetry. Happy Sunday.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Happy Sunday dear Chris and I agree. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Brad Dehler]

Hello Coyote. Thanks for this. It is often a monologue about the corrupt nature of politics. Yes, I too am dismayed. Press on? Write on, at least :) Politicians definitely prey on the naïve.

[Brad Dehler]

Often a monologue following many elections that is. *sigh*

[Coyote Poetry]

This election did me in. No change. No party won and we have more year of messy leadership. Thank you Brad for reading and the comment.

[Brad Dehler]

Absolutely. I feel the same

[Einstein Noodle]

soulful coyote Man ... old poets are for remembering ;)))))) love the blues of this one .. emotive for me sir!
E.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello Einstein. We do remember and thank you for reading and the comment.

[Lisasview]

Hi there,
I really enjoyed reading this poem. I read it awhile ago and just now reread it...
There is so much truth to your words..
I just loved it...
Old poets.. but we never forget..
Lisa

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes dear Lisa. We do not forget and thank you for reading and the comment.

[Lisasview]

You are most welcome.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Forever is the liar’s prayer of wishes-

no poet, living or dead, could have said this better. Congratulations.

Winston

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Winston for reading and the kind words.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Emily Dickinson said that words had the power to kill and also the power to heal.
we live our lives and find that is so true.
I think your poetry has the power to heal....So many of us read you and relate to
the very real human condition you always speak of in your poems, Coyote.
Just a realness....
j.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Jacob. Us, who love to write, to create. Always dancing in our thoughts for things that we had lost. I appreciate the comment.

[AYVID N]

"We didn't know forever was, just the liar's prayer of wishes."
When young and in love, forever rolls off so easily from our tongues. There is sincerity of purpose and a confidence that we can carry our promises through. Little knowing how time shall put our promises and out fortitude to test.

You have encapsulated the essence of youthful love so perfectly in this poem. The touches, kisses and the wine makes everything appear eternal and little would we imagine how life wil play out it's ugly realities and make liars of all of us.

The concluding line is something I vehemently agree with, passion doesn't last, like spirits, it evaporates from the bottle, with age.

My compliments on the great poem, dear Coyote.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Divya. Love changes. Now I have five grandchildren and I was blessed with the kindness of love.

[AYVID N]

You are wished unending love and joy always, my friend.

[.]

Very true words, my friend.

When young and in love, we are overcome by the rich, sweeping emotions of love and make so many promises to the one we admire. Unfortunately time becomes a great leveller to any grandiose declarations; promises can be forgotten and love wilts on an empty vine. Those that are not touched by love again in their older years are left to languish alone. A sad circumstance but a widespread one, too.

We just have to make those declarations when young and try our best to nurture them until we take our final breath. It's easier said than done. Your election day blues are certainly coming through in your words here. Politics can do that to anyone. It's not very inspiring nowadays.

I enjoyed your musing here, my friend. As they say though, "better to have loved, than never loved at all".

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree Doodley. Life is always teaching us. A waste of a election. The Congress and Senate is the same. The pro-gun men won. Thank you for reading and the wonderful comment. It is so sad. After the election. Everything stayed the same.