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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.