The coyote and the raven dance..

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The Coyote and Raven dance…

The coyote was dancing for the half-moon,

he moved and weaved into the deep forest and he knew.

His beautiful friend was watching him celebrate the night.

The shapeshifter moon allowed the real faces to appear.

The darkest and blackest raven watched from the willow tree.

Maybe the raven needed to dance with the coyote, he hoped.

He told the moon, thank you for the half-moon night and

the star above. He saw the dark hair beauty walking toward him.

She moved softly on the forest surface,

her pale skin and softest brown eyes, stole his eyes.

He asked her. Can I dance with you? Can I kiss your beautiful tattoo.

Can we fall in love again?

He heard the nightingale song and he sang a song.

“Love be sweet, love be bold.

Lovers never ask, just fall into the dance of love.

Without regret”.

He went to her and he held her tightly. He told her.

“Please dance with me,

please stay with me.

I want seconds, I want hours, I want forever to be with you.

You are my ambrosia,

you are my mystery, my wonder.

I will love you till the moon don’t rise no-more.

I will love you till the sun never rises again.

Please stay with me and be my love till the end of days.”

She looked into his eyes,

she saw the dancing coyote, the laughing coyote.

She whispered. “I am here and we must dance for the moon.

We must wait together till the sun and the moon kiss.

We have now, we must make everlasting.

We will make love in the moving river and

we will run bare-a*s through the forest.

You will be my Hemingway and I will be your Agnes.

And we will create a love story of forever.

I won’t break your heart.”

He kissed her once, he kissed your twice and he whispered.

Thank you my Night bird. 

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Ted Kniffen]

John, I don't believe anyone here writes romantic poems better than you ... and then you tie it together with the mysteries of Mother Moon illuminating dark forests softly, bringing forth the dangers of love and Nature.
The thrill of rushing rivers and the intrigue of darkened woods highlight the interaction of the Raven and the Coyote ... two of Mother Nature's most intelligent animals.

Well done my friend.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Ted. Nature, love and freedom. They should dance together.

[Hayllie]

I love this. It feels like I was pulled right into the story and got to experience all the emotions right through this romance of writing. This is really good to read and just get drawn to.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Hayllie. I appreciate the comment. We need ancient stories to make us believe in love and life.

[Neville]

.............. Your page here has everything I look for and love in a poem Coyote ... great tattoo too :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Neville. I love the tattoo also.

[John the Baptist]

And not a single "Nevermore." This was definitely not Mr. Poe's raven.

[Coyote Poetry]

The raven is still a bird of mystery John. The forest raven. Maybe less. Still the watcher of the forest. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[Sami Khalil]

I love those Native old tales. I love how you bring them back to life in a romance setting. You are romantic at heart and worthy. May your pen keep things alive even for next generations.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Sami. I need more Native American tale. I appreciate the comment.

[Sami Khalil]

Yes we do. You are welcome Coyote...

[Fran Marie]

We must wait together till the sun and the moon kiss

this entire piece is filled
with pure blissful feelings
you bring the reader into this
romantic love story ..one feels
like stepping into this forest
of enchantment ..

Nice Work and
also love the tattoo

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Fran. A wonderful tattoo and thank you dear friend for reading and the kind words.

[Dave Brown]

All very romantically done however the tatoo leads me to thoughts about the Ravens that inhabit the backwoods around us and all the back and forth they all enjoy
Very enjoyable read

[Coyote Poetry]

Those ravens. Considered by some. Spiritual birds? Thank you Dave for reading and the comment.

[andrew mitchell]

Great tattoo reminded me of David Gilmour’s album cover Rattle that lock. Excellent story telling John, comes across so real.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Andrew. I appreciate the kind words and the comment.

[emmajoy]

Have a feeling this could either be based on an old myth or.. might well become one. Your words have a special and mysterious touch: abandoned spirits personified yet floating over the ground then soar - and soar, passionately and seemingly for eternity. Or, it whispers, is it more celestial than terrestrial? Such beautiful language, John:

'He went to her and held her tightly. He told her.
“Please dance with me, please stay with me.
I want seconds, I want hours, I want forever to be with you.
You are my ambrosia,
you are my mystery, my wonder.
I will love you till the moon don’t rise no-more.
I will love you till the sun never rises again.'

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Emma. Many tales of the moon and the lovers. We need these stories my dear friend.

[emmajoy]

Yes, yes, we do... anything that endures is real.. or so says the mind or heart.. sometimes both!

The picture is stunning.. oerfect - perfetto!

[light and ashes]

You always create a beautiful story with your words.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you my kind friend. I appreciate the comment.