Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,
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.
This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother
Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…
Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
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…
You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness
Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves
I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone
I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore