Gentle on my mind.

Easy on my mind..

She had heard too many useless words spoken and she needed a friend.

She was a North Dakota gal, tall, long and so beautiful.

She told me on a Friday morning.

I need wild places, the sea and a friend.

I want to see Big Sur, to get drunk in San Francisco and

 I want to dance in Santa Cruz with street musicians.

You are the wild one, Johnnie.

You go everything and you never asked me to go with.

Maybe we can?

I want to do everything, I want to feel everything.

I am willing to pay the payment.

I told her, beautiful Gail.

You are easy on my mind and

you are my wild horses dream, you make me believe.

There is still wild and free people left.

I love talking with you every morning and if you wish.

We can escape this morning to Big Sur this morning.

She laughed and she told me.

You will be Doc Holiday and I will be Kate.

We will test the sea and we will dance in Santa Cruz tonight.

We will drink the whiskey and be wild and be crazy.

She took my hands and she told me.

Johnnie, we must bleed to live and 

tonight death don’t want us.

Once he sought the quiet and the sea.

Lately, other soldiers joined into his hell-bound life.

He had adored Gail for one year and

every Monday, he would tell her.

About suiciding the sea, the wild and kind surfers

and free climbing the California fault line.

She smiled and she told me. A promise is a promise.

You promised me everything and I want everything now.

I told her. We will do everything dear Gail.

Coyote