a solitary Seagull sings into the sky
while the daily chirrups of Sparrows
fills the air that I breathe. My constant
neighbours all of a flock feeding young
these little companions on the way. A
slow summers day, to sit, and melt into
the open spaces of the spirit world, and sing
the occasional poem that flies around the room,
and from whence it came I know not at all.
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 3:03 AM UTC
a solitary Seagull sings into the sky
while the daily chirrups of Sparrows
fills the air that I breathe. My constant
neighbours all of a flock feeding young
these little companions on the way. A
slow summers day, to sit, and melt into
the open spaces of the spirit world, and sing
the occasional poem that flies around the room,
and from whence it came I know not at all.