I left today or did I? I kept telling myself that I was going home so I could be alone
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,
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
You will not remember that day, that feeling of morning when we were held one to the other my laughter
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
SUMMER: I’ve been to the sea many times and each time it’s different. Each wave looks the same Rolling in Rolling out
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.
Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,
This is my first poem to you. They’ll be many more as long as there are seasons to write them in.
So many lost among battlefields and blood spills Letters written and never sent.
I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
