Seabird calls

To the setting sun,

A glowing red

And swims on the darkening horizon line

The surface is plastered over like a pane of black glass

Illuminated under stars that shine like Pluto



Evil ocean waters of the night swallow the shore

With the tangible taste of salt on the tongue

Mocking, annotating, hallucinating, shadows

Monsters dance in the sand

Are no match for

The seabird sings soft and solemn sonnets

With every flap of feather

Seabird takes wing to palpitating flight

Enriching Darkness with forgotten lullabies of Light



With wings between air

And hearts between Loves

Seabird soars between dreams and days

Overlooking watery graves

In a dull but cloudless haze



Seabird calls

To the widow in her house

And to the artist in his hat

Seabird calls

To the fishermen and their sailing, swaying ships

And to the Lovers on the beach

And the footprints they leave behind