This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.
Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars
A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children
I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore
At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
The rain is like an old love song. It’s been with me many times before, to call me to sleep
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone
At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,
You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness