This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.
I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and 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,
A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone
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…
SUMMER: I’ve been to the sea many times and each time it’s different. Each wave looks the same Rolling in Rolling out
Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…
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
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
If the sands of time that I have spent in tears were poured on me I would be crushed in a single moment.
Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,
I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother