I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
The rain is like an old love song. It’s been with me many times before, to call me to sleep
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.
So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
SUMMER: I’ve been to the sea many times and each time it’s different. Each wave looks the same Rolling in Rolling out
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.
A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
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,
You will not remember that day, that feeling of morning when we were held one to the other my laughter
I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother
At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,
