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

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.

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

A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea

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

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

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

I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother

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

You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness

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

Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves