We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children
Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves
The rain is like an old love song. It’s been with me many times before, to call me to sleep
At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
You will not remember that day, that feeling of morning when we were held one to the other my laughter
This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
SUMMER: I’ve been to the sea many times and each time it’s different. Each wave looks the same Rolling in Rolling out
I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
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…
Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars
