So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.

You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness

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 left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone

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.

A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea

We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children

You will not remember that day, that feeling of morning when we were held one to the other my laughter

Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown

I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children

Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars

I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore

Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,