Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,

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

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.

So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.

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

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

Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves

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

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

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

If the sands of time that I have spent in tears were poured on me I would be crushed in a single moment.

I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother