The rain is like an old love song. It’s been with me many times before, to call me to sleep

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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