You will not remember that day, that feeling of morning when we were held one to the other my laughter
Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars
Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…
This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.
I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,
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…
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children
If the sands of time that I have spent in tears were poured on me I would be crushed in a single moment.
Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore
So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
