Leaves are sweeping the darkening sky
Cicadas call incessantly to the day
Overhead the lonely curlews cry
A distant siren sounds and dies away
You read beside the lamp beside our bed
I drink hot tea and ponder words to write
At last the child has dropped his touseled head
And leaves and sky have melted into night
Solitary Gull
Why
do you fly, lone traveller,
Skimming
the surface of the dark water
When
all have left and flown to nest and home?
Yet
you and I
Driven
by an unbridled longing
Find
freedom still to roam.
Swiftly
the silent night descends
A
chill wind whispers
That
the sun’s last rays have touched our wanderings
Too
late, too late
You
will fly before me,
Out-soar
me and be gone
But
I will remember you, forever flying
Over
a deep and rolling ocean
Into
a vast and starry night.
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