Pain of love lost must disappear into the wind.
September 15, 2019 10:27 pm
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Do we support to love but once?
Where have my ancient lover’s gone?
Chain of passion and spiritual journeys leave
me with kind faces in dreams.
Everlasting smiles so rare they scar my heart and mind.
Are we love victims and the heart must die?
If the bleeding is unable to stop.
I believe we need closure to allow the open wound
to fade to a scar.
I remember trembling and soft hands opening the doors
taking the chill of the cold night away.
Cold Winter and rough weather allow the comfort of
two people to find peace for a time.
I remember the comfort of long nights.
Sweet joy of love dances in early morning,
the smell of skin and twisted hair against me.
My wrath took away the sweet memories and opening
of precious love and emotion.
Now sweet love bade me welcome.
My soul cannot see the beauty that dwells in my
sweet lover’s eyes.
I sit upon the sand near the Atlantic ocean.
The sea winds is blowing from east to west.
I pray to the sea to allow my spirit to be able
to run free and be clean again.
The night revealed.
Beautiful auburn hair woman come to me,
Whispered we must live to love.
We must dance with the moon and stars.
Allow the sun to open our heart to a new day and beginning.
We will have many great lovers.
Our life is long and we shall be tested.
Coyote
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By thereluctantpoet on September 17, 2019 at 1:12 am
Thank you my friend.
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By johncoyote on September 17, 2019 at 10:51 am
Always an honor to share your posts, John!!!
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By thereluctantpoet on September 17, 2019 at 8:28 pm
Honestly, I believe we all have one great love and if a relationship ended, that isn’t the great love, if it was, you wouldn’t give up on it. If it’s true, you never stop fighting for a tomorrow.
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By Gere Ochuko on September 16, 2019 at 6:54 am
You are right Gere and thank you for reading and the comment.
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By johncoyote on September 16, 2019 at 10:33 am
This is truly beautiful! I especilly love the last line. I truly believe I’m being tested now. 😉
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By BeckiesMentalMess.wordpress.com on September 15, 2019 at 10:32 pm
One of my oldest poem and one of my favorite. I learn, we must attempt love, even if can break our heart. My Grandpa told me often. ” Never attempting love, never will know the joy of true happiness.”
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By johncoyote on September 15, 2019 at 10:44 pm
Your grandfather was a very wise man.
I did have one true love in my lifetime. And, honestly… I think that was the plan for me.
Lord knows, I would want it diferently, but… I really think I was dealth the cards already.
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By BeckiesMentalMess.wordpress.com on September 15, 2019 at 10:57 pm
That is good. I marry at 36 years old. Lost a few but I found the person I needed.
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By johncoyote on September 15, 2019 at 11:10 pm