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

Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves

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

I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone

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

Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown

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

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

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

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

Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.

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