Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves

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

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

As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.

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.

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

I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother

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

This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.

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

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

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