I watch the Gulls in the crisp Autumn breeze
as they fight for their place in the bitter wind
I sit down and watch them struggle
and I see myself in their malady

I watch their wings bend and contort
and every now and then a feather falls
I jump from my seat and try to catch them
as they fall spiralling down to earth

I want to fly to sea with them
out to the blue unkind ocean
and in my dying movement dive
for I have given up eating indeed

My cloak of winter is the same as in summer
so black is the colour of my name
and my fasting is for my divinity
as I trust in my own commands

So as my feathered friends struggle
I cast a holding spell
and the violent seas calm
and the wind relents it's fury
and in the peace of sweet nature I do die again

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
© 2012 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)