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.

The rain is like an old love song. It’s been with me many times before, to call me to sleep

I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children

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

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

Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush

I wish you were like the shells I’ve collected through the years. I know they can’t wash away anymore

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

Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown

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

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

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

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