So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
I was a sailor of broken ships Eternally lost to the sea until one day in November I was washed on a vacant shore And buried in the secret of the sa…
This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children
You will not remember that day, that feeling of morning when we were held one to the other my laughter
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness
Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,
I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
