Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves

Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.

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.

Come with me and I will paddle us across the south side of heaven. I’ll spread out a handful of stars

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

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

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

As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.

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

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

At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,

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

You will not remember that day, that feeling of morning when we were held one to the other my laughter