I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore
SUMMER: I’ve been to the sea many times and each time it’s different. Each wave looks the same Rolling in Rolling out
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars
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…
Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children
You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness
At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,
Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…
At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
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.
