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.
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
The rain is like an old love song. It’s been with me many times before, to call me to sleep
SUMMER: I’ve been to the sea many times and each time it’s different. Each wave looks the same Rolling in Rolling out
I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
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…
A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,
At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness
Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…
Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children