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

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.

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.

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

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

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

Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves

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

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

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

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

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