She was a sea dancer.

She was a sea dancer.

She was a dancer and I was the Monterey Irish Pub drunk.

She could paint the sea, she could paint the forest

and she could paint beautiful faces and beautiful places with her delicate hands.

She sought laughter and the kind people.

I was the bar-room poet, the sea seeker 

and I loved the silence.

She wanted to save her world, and I wanted to stay silence.

I wouldn’t tell her. I knew. The world doesn’t want to be saved.

She wanted to make me smile and she would find me drinking my seven o’clock am coffee by the 

Monterey pier. She would take my hands and she told me. No drinking whiskey, no bad attitude

and sweet wine wine at the River Inn.

We would find the River Inn at Big Sur and she would tell me.

Dear Poet. Please allow me to paint your face near the Pfeiffer beach dangerous sea.

We would drink the sweet wines till noon and in the afternoon.

We would go to Pfeiffer beach, and we would climb into the rocks.

We allowed the sea to spray us and the Pacific Ocean would awake us to

the wonders of our world. The beauty of the sea and the great forest near.

She told me often. I know you seek the good death. Please Johnnie,

better to seek the good life. You volunteer for every conflict and you do not want love.

But dear Johnnie, I will love you anyway and you will love me more than the whiskey.

She would go to the open water and she would dance with the ocean.

She was so beautiful, she was so wonderful and her kindness.

Made me feel human.

I told the Goddess of the sea often. Please give me one more night with dear Tiffany.

Please allow me to be in her eyes and to know peace.

She is my kindest friend and I do adore her.

Dancing Coyote