gently waves tickle the shores
like sirens fingers motioning
me to come join them

gentle breeze wraps around me
and holds me in a trance
my eyes staring at the horizon

oh those noisy seagulls
with their happy chatter
searching for what they desire

and what is my desire i ask
or am i like them, searching
the horzion again and again

perhaps i should get off this rock
and return to the world
and realize i am me