My great love

Pain of love lost must disappear into the wind.

                    My great love

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.
Whisper 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

Author's Note

I read too many of the greats Poets last night. They brought out a poem. I hope you like it.

Reviews

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

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.
pray to the sea to allow my spirit to be able
to run free and be clean again.
How we always yearn for our spirit to be free..and as all the beautifully etched lines of your poems express only love can make it free...unlocking the past and floating in the present merging with it's essence.

[Libby]

Beautiful as ever. c:

[Lady Protostar]

Beautiful...

[Passion]

Your words are very powerful in this poem and they flow with true meaning. We all have the ability to love more than one and with strength our wounds from the past will heal. Love it! Thank you!

[Liza]

the value of love is fully expressed here, with all its strength, tension, fragile care and longing as well as appreciation; thank you for sharing with us.

[?]

You have expressed this beautifully...well written...touching

We must dance with the moon and stars.
Allow the sun to open our heart to a new day and beginning.

[Matt Fowler]

I love this you a true individual poet, the greats of the past would be impressed.
Most of all you use experience from this life: the positivity, the negativity.
Crafting it into a masterpiece, from the heart.
I am rating this a 100.

[Jay Levon]

You have a voice that is all your own, well done

[J.V. Stanley]

This poem is beautiful and how appropriate it is it seems. Haunted by lovers past-do we have the capacity to love more than one person completely within our lifetime, or is our love passing and morphing throughout the ages.

Honestly, I'm still hurt by the wounds that were inflicted upon my heart. Sometimes, those wounds reopen but from someone wielding a different knife. Its like layering the wounds so the scar ends up running deeper and never truly heals. So many mistakes repeated, its a wonder how and why this is?

But it always ends up the same where we chance upon someone who will sweep us away. Sometimes it lasts, and sometimes it doesn't. We always try to maintain that hope that it will which is why we continue to try and carry on while cultivating something with that individual.

Sometimes I even find myself reflecting upon ancient loves, but the memories aren't always the greatest. Usually happens when I'm sad or something triggers the memory and everything starts to snowball.

beautiful write...please excuse my tangent. it does have a classic quality about the form of the writing. I love it.

[Droll Prole]

Love is a beautiful thing, you have reminded me of this reading your poem.

[Revolutionary]

Love is not for only one person,but only one will love just like you do.I love your poem as much as I have loved ancient lovers.