At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves
This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.
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.
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 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…
Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
If the sands of time that I have spent in tears were poured on me I would be crushed in a single moment.
Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…
I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
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
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,
You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness
