I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars
So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children
At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves
Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
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
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…
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