Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,
I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars
At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…
I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother
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…
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children
You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
If the sands of time that I have spent in tears were poured on me I would be crushed in a single moment.
Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves
SUMMER: I’ve been to the sea many times and each time it’s different. Each wave looks the same Rolling in Rolling out
