I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore
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
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars
I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother
A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
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.
Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness
Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…