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

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

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 wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore

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

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

Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush

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.

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,