This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.
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.
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children
Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves
Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars
I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,
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
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
I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
