The rain is like an old love song. It’s been with me many times before, to call me to sleep

I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children

Religion makes devils of us all. Pain puts things into perspective. “In the beginning...” we asked our… “Who we are, where we are and why… and we invented gods.

Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars

We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children

You will not remember that day, that feeling of morning when we were held one to the other my laughter

At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,

So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.

A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea

Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush

I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore

If the sands of time that I have spent in tears were poured on me I would be crushed in a single moment.

You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness

Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,

I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone