The Pacific ocean…

johncoyote

The Pacific ocean..

The half-drunk poet told the pretty gal in the Irish tavern in Austin, Texas. I had a sweet love once and she is waiting for me still. She made me flirt with madness and she made my weary mind see everything beautiful and sweet again. We danced in the great storms of Winter and she taught me. I was more than I was.

She was a noble beauty who awoken my sleeping heart. She rescue me from my self-pity. Her charm stole my heart and she demanded only my attention with morning walks near her and my reading midnight poetry to her.

Her song taught me the flattery of the rhyme and I would dance alone for her, with the rising moon and the falling sun blessing us. I have photos of her to remind me. I was once sea-bounded and protected by her.

The young gal…

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