Fallen seagull
lying there on the ground
disheveled shape
made from a plastic bag
one day you’ll fly free
and be reborn
from the streets you call home
Fallen seagull
lying there on the ground
disheveled shape
made from a plastic bag
one day you’ll fly free
and be reborn
from the streets you call home
starlight during the day
I hear her call
moonlight shines down
I see her fall
escape down a fire escape
to hide from them all
embrace dreams
to hold a candle too
reposition life
to a standstill
beckon forth from within
thirst for knowledge
the key to begin
let the rain fall on me
as I see my future
in a distant land
of neon lights
and concrete dreams
developing each moment
the fathomless beginning
a knowing purpose
transcendent being
Is the moon watching me
as the stars pass by
in the night sky
can we still see them
during the day
the present blue
then covered by clouds
from the unknowing void
laid out before us
My vision grows thin
as I walk away
I look to see you again
When I sleep
upon the lost shore
nevermore
When I look out towards the hills
I feel a sense of loss
Abandoned places in ruin
A pathway leads
Towards the mountain
Where I will not follow
Robin in the garden
on top of the tree
looking down at me
singing his song
that little redbreast
all day long
My head is in the clouds
but I can still see
although there may be something
there waiting for me
but before I gaze aloft
and stand and stare
I wonder what lies over there