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

I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore

This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.

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

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

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

Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown

I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother

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

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.

You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness

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

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

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