A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
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…
Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
You will not remember that day, that feeling of morning when we were held one to the other my laughter
I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother
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 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 left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone
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 wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children