Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,
Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
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…
A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
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.
This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.
At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight
The rain is like an old love song. It’s been with me many times before, to call me to sleep
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
You will not remember that day, that feeling of morning when we were held one to the other my laughter
SUMMER: I’ve been to the sea many times and each time it’s different. Each wave looks the same Rolling in Rolling out
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…
Like winter trees that dance with the wind bare its leaves
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
