If the sands of time that I have spent in tears were poured on me I would be crushed in a single moment.

Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.

I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore

Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…

Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,

I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children

I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother

So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.

At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight

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.

Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown

We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children

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.