Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves

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.

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.

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,

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

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

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.

This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.

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

A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea

You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness