for Tressia
I have not seen of gods only men lying on their backs in the dust and children
Drifting off into the whisper of t… While watching seagulls playing at… Floating on sea spray With wings of laughter Quiet sundown
Children swing north to south on grey rusted chains - red to them. Seasons move,
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…
Living without you On a love restricted diet Starving in the shadows Turning I saw your face on the wa…
You smell of incense and fire. I breathe you in. Consumed – I burn in your presenc… I have found ecstasy In the darkness
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.
As I sit and watch the moonlight vibrate on the horizon tossed from wave to wave a tear drops down my cheek.
Riding to the water’s edge that da… Her and I on horses she’d ridden many times before.
A sight this winter beach all white and desolate. I guess even the sea
Sitting on silent drift the ocean beside me. Wrestling waters paint the shore as the brush
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
I have searched and searched for someone... I’d buy roses just like my father bought my mother
At times I may speak too much of the sea. That is where my last lover came from,