Into the west…
Into the west.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
July poetry number three… 
Into the west…
Westward bound winds are calling my name and the Pacific ocean is whispering to me. Please Johnnie, please come dance with me, I am waiting for you. I will keep you safe.
The Devil knows my name and I know the northern winds are killing my soul.
The Goddess of the sea will keep me safe from the Devil’s kiss.
I am driving down highway 80 west and Jim Morrison songs blasting out of my radio. His songs keeping me awake and I have 2500 miles to go.
San Francisco is in my view and I can smell the sea, I can taste the sea.
I find the first open path to the sea on Highway one. I stop and I adored the beautiful Pacific ocean. She is wild and powerful this night.
I take off my shoes and I go to her. I tell her. Thank you dear Goddess of the sea for calling my name and I am with you.
Thank you.
Coyote
There is something magical about the Pacific. She calls my name all the time and luckily she’s only a few hours drive from me and I can visit often. It’s never long enough.
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I agree dear Bridgette. The Pacific ocean. My favorite is Big Sur. She is artwork for us to see.
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