jcastellenas-Coyote

Poetry, story and music.

faith

  • The cold night whispered.

    The cold night whispered. The April rain hid my tears and I walked alone.Once great love turns indifferent andour love true turn to fathom dreams.We spoke careless words,maybe true, maybe not?Maybe we were grasping at a miracle?I told the rain,love died slowly and badly.I longed for her nearby,I longed to hear her heartbeat and her… Read more

  • My September love.

    My September love. 1- My lady of the sea, my dancing woman who love the morning sun on her face. She told me, it is early September, my bed is cold and lonely. Let’s find a place where I will keep you warm and safe. 2- Piece by piece, we shall forget yesterday disappointments. They… Read more

  • Painting pretty pictures.

    Painting pretty pictures. Tonight I am drinking the Irish coffee and I am remembering better days. I am painting pretty pictures with my words and I am trying to remember your face. I am trying to remember your coffee brown eyes and the gentleness of your voice. I added some Gentleness Jack to the Irish… Read more

  • Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor.

    Miss you, need you dear Ann Arbor. I am drinking alone beautiful Jenny. Somehow I forgot where Ann Arbor was and I am so damn lonely. I have called you at midnight, every night for a week. I left messages on your telephone and I just said. Miss you, love you. The war is over… Read more

  • When the sun kisses the moon.

    “You taste like sunshine just like you’ve been kissed by the morning light and I was the darkness dancing with the stars carelessly, breathlessly and our lips meet softly. color creeping in the atmosphere the absolute lightest darkness dawn is breaking: A fleeting moment when the sun can kiss the moon (AKR)” Summer solstice- When… Read more

  • The songs of the Great Lakes.

    The songs of the Great Lakes.. (Today we give thanks to the Creator for all that we have been given.Noongom nimiigwechiwi’aanaan Gizhe-Manidoo gakina gaa-miinigooyaang. We give thanks for the sky above and the earth below.Nimiigwechiwi’aanaanig giizhigo-manidoog ishpeming dash gaye akii-manidoog anaamayi’iing. We give thanks for the rising of the sun and the moon.Nimiigwechiwi’aanaanig mooka’amowaad giizis… Read more

  • You can’t catch the wind.

    You can’t catch the wind. 1- Her eyes were cold; her voice was just a whisper of hope. She told me. Dear Johnnie. You can’t catch the wind and love is for the lucky. 2- I told the people near me. Big mouth, no guts. Liars, create of ugliness, we do not need these men… Read more

  • Once I saw everything in your eyes.

    1- Once, I saw everything in your eyes. You told me, your dreams of Big Sur and climbing Mount Rainier. I was thankful my kind friend. You loved me. 2- Like this. She asked me, where are the kind people? Where are the beautiful places? We walked barefoot into the Monterey Bay Pacific ocean. I… Read more

  • Friday morning poetry.

    Friday morning poetry. 1- Was just a kiss, was just a sweet memory. Maybe was the sweetest kiss? 2- Was just a summer day, was a day by the sea and we dance.d Let’s’ do it once again. 3- Was a wonderful night, we held hands. Allowed our silence to allow love to grow. Dancing… Read more

  • Scars, we do have.

    Scars, we do have.. The saddest gal in Monterey asked me. You make me laugh when I want to cry, you make me smile when I want to disappear. You hold my hand, read and edit my work. You demand nothing from me. You laugh at my anger and you buy me a caramel apples… Read more