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

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

Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown

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

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.

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

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

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.

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

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.

As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.