Wild, wild angel...

June poetry twenty-six.

Wild, wild angel...

I am listening to you and you are listening to me. We have fell into a harmonious madness. We must decide to wild and free. Or accept less and sleep walk throughout living like ghost life, forgotten and left behind.

We can soar like the free eagles, dancing freely in the wind. We can be like the wolves. Cage less, untamed and fearless. Willing to accept death over the prison of locked doors, controlled life.

I am listening to you my beautiful Gypsy gal. Please sing me the song of freedom, please sing me songs of careless days. Let's dance and sing to the midnight moon, let's wait for the morning sun together.

We must be the teachers of the future. We must teach the children to be kind to each other. Set the example, lead with concern and kindness. We must listen to each other.

Today my wild, wild angel. I have you near, the sea in our view. We have no place to be and your wild eyes demands a dangerous dance with the sea, to find the California fault line and free climb to unknown places.

I adore you my wild, wild angel. Thank you for the dance.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.