UPON THIS BLUE SEA
Upon this blue sea
The hovering gull awaits me

Sitting on a perfect pebble beach
The onshore wind finds me
Pale pink and grey pebbles within reach

The gull cresting the pebble ridge
Finds me
Sitting by the blue sea

The sky is now turning
The sun,no longer burning
Gentle hint of darkening blue
The pink clouds see it too

The day is too short for such beauty
For the night now cries out
The gentle roar of sea
at last light

The darkening sea
Losing the blue
Deep green and grey
To end this day
Night coming too

Upon this sea
The hovering gull awaits me

Such pure white
Touches the shore
Inside
My heart tore
Slowly dying light
The sea,takes me into the night

The gulls wheel and turn
The sun
Cannot burn

The gentle crashing of sea
on the pebble shore
The gulls roam
The inner me....tore
I have come home

The coming of the night
Red cloud delight
The deep green and grey
has replaced
The sea of the day

The gulls flying
at sunset
This could be me
Hovering upon the sea

Crashing white foam
in to the last light
The sun
No longer burning
Pink and red sky returning

One day soon.........
I,too.......
will be a gull
Hovering above the blue

Among the sunset sky
There flies a gull............
That could be you or I

The clouds have turned a fiery red
The gulls slowly pass by
The coming of the night
Last chance to fly
In the last evening light

The gulls have it all........
Wings.........
Wind off the sea.........
A pebble beach.........
Always in reach
Sea of blue.........
and they know it too

    

Poem ©2006 -- MATTHEW BRACKLEY

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