Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,
Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars
I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone
Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
You will not remember that day, that feeling of morning when we were held one to the other my laughter
Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves
I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore
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…
Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother
You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As 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.
