I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children
I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,
A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.
The rain is like an old love song. It’s been with me many times before, to call me to sleep
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
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…
You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness
I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone
At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,
