Every night
Lovestruck coyotes
Sing to their mates,
While he falls asleep
Where she still lives.
With outstretched arms
Calling him back,
In his dreams.
With the morning sunrise,
Calm and peace return.
Morning breeze
Cheers him on.
Leaning in his saddle
He nudges No Name forward.
Seeing their herd spread
Down in the valley.
Passing her favourite spot
Known as Lovers Loss.
Surrounded by pink roses
And wild yellows, too.
Where they made love
Under the warm May sun.
With love birds
Cooing their joy,
Watching them.
As he reigns in No Name,
Next to a marble marker
Overlooking her roses.
With bowed head,
The winds his messenger
With pleas to the gods.
He’ll sell his soul
For one more night.
Holding her.
Kissing her.
Loving her.
Riding away
To the sound
Of hoofs echoes.
A lone tear
Streaks down
His weathered face.
With a heavy heart
He looks back.
He still knows,
When he sleeps
His lover returns,
Falling into his arms.
Bringing peace,
And love.
With calm
His piece of Heaven.
