Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
SUMMER: I’ve been to the sea many times and each time it’s different. Each wave looks the same Rolling in Rolling out
So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…
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 wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore
You will not remember that day, that feeling of morning when we were held one to the other my laughter
If the sands of time that I have spent in tears were poured on me I would be crushed in a single moment.
This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
We slept within the same sphere captured happily under morning’s dew. As children
I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother
