The rain is like an old love song. It’s been with me many times before, to call me to sleep
I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone
So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children
Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,
You will not remember that day, that feeling of morning when we were held one to the other my laughter
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
If the sands of time that I have spent in tears were poured on me I would be crushed in a single moment.
Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves
This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness
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.