I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore
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…
This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.
At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,
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
Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…
SUMMER: I’ve been to the sea many times and each time it’s different. Each wave looks the same Rolling in Rolling out
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.
Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves
The rain is like an old love song. It’s been with me many times before, to call me to sleep
