A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
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,
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…
At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone
Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars
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 have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother
Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves