The pretty things, the dangerous things..

Remembering Marianne Faithfull.

The pretty thing, the dangerous things..

Once I held treasure. We danced in the lost and found of seeking happiness. Once we were fearless and we knew laughter.

We had Gypsy souls and we wanted the open road, kisses and good whiskey.

I remember you intoxicated my mind, making me believe I could know happiness.

You told me often the pretty things could be dangerous things.

We drank, we free-climbed every mountain near and we suicided boarded the Winter storms.

You told me often. Quiet life, boring life will kill your soul.

I remember you told me often. Quit seeking forgiveness.

Seek the wild sea and find the hidden waterfalls in the California fault line.

Let’s get naked, drink and dance for the beautiful sun above us.

I would follow you and I learn.

Pretty things can be dangerous and so needed.

Today I am a old man and I want to suicide board the great storms,

free climb the Washington mountains and tell the hawks near.

I am still alive and I remember you my Gypsy gal.

I have learn. Dangerous things can be so damn beautiful and

I held treasure once.

Coyote

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[carl]

great tribute for a true gypsy soul with a beautiful voice - RIP Faithful

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you Carl. I am trying to find my muse.