At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.
I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
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.
So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
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…
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children
SUMMER: I’ve been to the sea many times and each time it’s different. Each wave looks the same Rolling in Rolling out
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
Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves
If the sands of time that I have spent in tears were poured on me I would be crushed in a single moment.
Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…
