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

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

I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone

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

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

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

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

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

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

Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…

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

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.

Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush

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