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

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

At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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