You are so beautiful and hanging with Nick Cave.


You are so beautiful..

She sat near the Clinton River rolling toward the Lake St. Clair.
I went to her and I sat with her. I held her hands and I saw sadness in her brown eyes.
She looked into my eyes and she told me. Johnnie, I am fat, I am less pretty
and damn time been a deadly friend.
I kissed her forehead, I kiss her face-cheeks and I kissed her lips.
And I told her. You are like a perfect painting, with time.
You have become more beautiful, you have become more wonderful.
You have become a woman of kindness, a beautiful mama.
I adore every part of you and you are becoming more beautiful
with each new day my dear love.
She laughed at my words and she asked me.
Once we touched the stars, the heavens.
Once we danced with the Pacific ocean and
once the moon blessed us with a quiet beach.
We were bold and so brave. Are we still?
I kissed her hands and I told her. You are so beautiful and
you are my mystery, you are my miracle.
The children are older and now we have some time again.
My dear love, we still can find the sea, we can still seek the beauty of the world.
We allowed the boldness to sleep and now we can.
Become brave and wild like children.
Let’s us find the Pacific ocean and dance for the moon and the stars.
Show the goddess of the sea. We are still alive and well. 
We are not done yet.
Dancing Coyote
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