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.

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

We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children

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.

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

I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children

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

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

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

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

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

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

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