The rain is like an old love song. It’s been with me many times before, to call me to sleep
Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars
At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
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.
I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone
I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother
At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.
I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
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.
SUMMER: I’ve been to the sea many times and each time it’s different. Each wave looks the same Rolling in Rolling out
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown