If the sands of time that I have spent in tears were poured on me I would be crushed in a single moment.
At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars
I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,
SUMMER: I’ve been to the sea many times and each time it’s different. Each wave looks the same Rolling in Rolling out
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
So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
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…
At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,
I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone
Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
