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

Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars

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

Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush

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

So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.

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

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

Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.

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

Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…

We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children

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