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

Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.