I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother
I was a sailor of broken ships Eternally lost to the sea until one day in November I was washed on a vacant shore And buried in the secret of the sa…
Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars
Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
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
This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.
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.
At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children
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.
You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness
You will not remember that day, that feeling of morning when we were held one to the other my laughter
