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

Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.

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

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

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

At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight

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

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

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

Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves

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.

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

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

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