I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
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
I was a sailor of broken ships Eternally lost to the sea until one day in November I was washed on a vacant shore And buried in the secret of the sa…
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
You will not remember that day, that feeling of morning when we were held one to the other my laughter
This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.
SUMMER: I’ve been to the sea many times and each time it’s different. Each wave looks the same Rolling in Rolling out
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…
I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children