So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,
Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore
I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother
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.
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children
A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
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
At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
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…