Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars
So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
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
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.
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…
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.
Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
If the sands of time that I have spent in tears were poured on me I would be crushed in a single moment.
SUMMER: I’ve been to the sea many times and each time it’s different. Each wave looks the same Rolling in Rolling out
I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone
A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
