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

The rain is like an old love song. It’s been with me many times before, to call me to sleep

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

If the sands of time that I have spent in tears were poured on me I would be crushed in a single moment.

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

Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,

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