The rain is like an old love song. It’s been with me many times before, to call me to sleep
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,
A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother
At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
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
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…
Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children
