Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,

At night I’d sit at my window and watch sidewalk strangers passing in the illumination of moon and streetlight

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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