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

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

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

As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.

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.

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

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

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

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