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.