August 16, 1978, Blue Mountain Beach
I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
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.
Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars
You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness
At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children
Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves
Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,
SUMMER: I’ve been to the sea many times and each time it’s different. Each wave looks the same Rolling in Rolling out
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
The rain is like an old love song. It’s been with me many times before, to call me to sleep