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

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.

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…

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

Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves