Gentle waves tickling the shore
like the sirens fingers motioning
come join me, come join me

gentle breeze wraps around me
and hold me in a trance
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
circling again and again

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