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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves

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