for Tressia
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
So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…
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…
SUMMER: I’ve been to the sea many times and each time it’s different. Each wave looks the same Rolling in Rolling out
At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,
If the sands of time that I have spent in tears were poured on me I would be crushed in a single moment.
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.
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.
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children