Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,
At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,
The rain is like an old love song. It’s been with me many times before, to call me to sleep
You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness
A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
You will not remember that day, that feeling of morning when we were held one to the other my laughter
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.
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
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone
If the sands of time that I have spent in tears were poured on me I would be crushed in a single moment.