Seabird
The azure sky melts through the foam
A gentle breeze from far-off home
The seabird sings her trilling verse
She alone can bear the curse
Forgotten lore and gentle needs
Soft turns my thoughts above the sea
What stories have her eyes beheld?
Of wayward sons, forgotten wealth?
She circles now atop the shore
Over cliff and onward more
She’s comes to me in dreams at night
A wayward angel, deft of flight
She sings to me of love unfeigned,
Of dreams unfurled, forgotten names
Left alone beside the town
Glancing now upon the ground
I wonder if she’d come to me
What else she knows, and else she’s seen?
Perhaps she wonders how it’d be
to walk a little while with me.
-Jonathan E. Kenworthy
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