Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves
At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,
SUMMER: I’ve been to the sea many times and each time it’s different. Each wave looks the same Rolling in Rolling out
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
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…
I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
You will not remember that day, that feeling of morning when we were held one to the other my laughter
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.
