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.

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

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

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

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

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

You will not remember that day, that feeling of morning when we were held one to the other my laughter

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

You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness

A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea

This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.

Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush

Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars

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

At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,