Dear Maggie Elizabeth..

Dear Maggie..

( Dream writing again.)

She was my sea dancer, she was a kind lover.

Now, she is a lasting memory, and she is tattoos on my mind.

I was being loco, drinking and trying to find death.

She took my hand in the late Winter of 1992 and she told me.

Death can wait and the sea is a great storm today.

We will rent two wet-suits and boogie board the Pacific.

We will seek the largest waves and we shall dance with the sea.

She kissed me once, she kissed me twice and she put my hands to her breasts.

She told me. The heart is alive and we must live.

Today we will suicide board the great sea.

The wind was kicking, the Pacific was dancing when we entered the sea.

Took 20 minutes to get to the large waves.

We were connected by a 12 foot rope and we danced with the ocean.

I watched the sea and I watched her.

She was a free-woman who did what she wanted and

I told the sea, I told the night.

Thank you for Maggie Elizabeth.

We road the waves into the Monterey Bay sand.

We sat and drink the Black Velvet whiskey. We had what we needed.

I remember warm and sweet kisses,

us entering into the dance of two seeking peace, not greed.

She told me often. We need more friends than lovers.

Tonight I am a old man and I need the sea, I need Maggie Elizabeth.

If I could. I would dance in the Winter storm and I would pray.

Maggie Elizabeth found happiness.

Coyote