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

Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown

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

Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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