A song of forever...

Good song, good words. Warm sun on your face. A needed perfect day.

                        A song of forever...

A song of forever, she didn't want to sing. She had shun love and she wanted endless night, loud music and her colorful cotton dresses. She was my hippy gal love.

She hated the songs of yesterday. She wanted new songs, new cities and to suicide board the Winter California endless sea.

She was the dreamer, the wild child who loved 5am walks on the beach and the strong black coffee.

She told me. I love the poets. They love to borrow and steal kisses. They love forbidden dance and the whiskey. They want to live, to write. She befriended me in early Winter. She joined me in the dance with the sea. She came to me when I was burning some sage and praying to the goddess of the sea. We suicided boarded the January Pacific storms,

She painted people faces on the Monterey pier for her income. I would buy her coffee and some sweets. She would ask me. You bring me fresh flowers to plant in my garden, you bring my favorite. The Black Velvet whiskey to drink at midnight and you promise me nothing. You accept my Gypsy soul and you are always kind to me. Even when I am crazy and angry. I love my 3 am massage and with you. I feel safe. Do you need me Johnnie? Do you need more?

I told her. We drink the Black Velvet and we get bare-a*s and we dance to the ancient songs. I love your kisses, the softness of your skin against me. And I know.

You are my beautiful Gypsy gal. I know you need to feel free and wild. I adore this in you. I appreciate the gift of you to me. We, who love open sea, the free-road and soft kisses. We gather rarely. I appreciate you, I do love you. She smiled and she whispered. Thank you Johnnie, I love you too..

Dancing Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

A gypsy girl and a poet, good combo.... I love this tale you tell of meeting a wold woman who knows what she wants, love and whiskey and a 4AM walk on the beach in California. She is creative and paints people's faces on the pier, quite talented .....her motto : be kind to me and bring me black velvet whiskey...I especially like the bare a*s dancing on the beach. You have a magic touch with these amazing tales; your imagination just flies like a hawk.
Best, B.

[Coyote Poetry]

I was lucky. She was a hippy gal who accepted a soldier friendship. Thank you dear Betty for reading and the kind words.

[Betty Hermelee]

You're very welcome John!

[KAREN]

I love this story of love. It paints a beautiful picture!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. We need photos, landscapes of beautiful days and faces in our heart and our mind.

[KAREN]

Yes we do! You are very welcome!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Coyote, this is beautiful romantic love story! Well penned!

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear friend for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

You are welcome!

[Patricia]

Beautiful and excitingly wild and free love, yes, that’s how it should be accepted. Nicely done Coyote;)

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Patricia. I appreciate the comment.

[Patricia Wedel]

Whispering Love by the Sea... the Gypsy Soul is free to dance the Romance of Stormy nights... Many Torch Songs to be sung with the Setting Sun. Beautiful Poetry. tenderly, Pat

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you dear Pat for reading and the comment. Free spirits rarely touches us.

[Patricia Wedel]

Free Spirits are Seagulls who know the Secrets of the Wind... Be Brave and well as you teach your Grandchildren to Dance and Caress the Sky where Heaven waits with an open Gate.. Amen.. Pat

[Weeping willow]

Wonderful story poem of life as it should be, free to love and laugh as you please. Really enjoyable read, brings old memories back of how love and life use to be ;-}

[Coyote Poetry]

It is sad we forget what love was my dear friend. Thank you for reading and the comment.

[M. J. Smith]

To accept someone as they are...
What rarer love is there? It flowers but seldom in the Rocky soil of our modern world.

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, M. J. Smith. I agree my friend.