I begin to understand. Not the answers.
I know there are no answers
except in the connectiveness of the universe.
Even in this godless age there
is a spiritual realism, which
if ignored lessens us.

My dream was to have been
your last first kiss.
But now that cannot be
as you have gone
and kissed other frogs.

Go. Get yourself lost like you always do.
Disappear with who knows who.
But, when you want to get yourself found
Then just turn, turn yourself around
And I’ll be there,
Going nowhere.

Back and forth
we all ride
our own tides.

to love
to laugh
to cry
to live
together
today

If salt water should touch my lips
I would tell you of worlds,
worlds discovered in ships
and wrecked beds.