We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children

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

I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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