The sound of seagulls stirs me from my sleep
Their haunting cry a strangely sad lament
That speaks of old emotions strong and deep
Bereft with loss, they mourn with voices rent
With flurried wings they settle; vantage high
Their scrabbling claw-feet scratching sloping slate
I sense their presence, hear their plaintive cry
Strong harmonies like river-song in spate
But lying warm in bed I snuggle down
And pull the covers close with no delay
Beyond the curtains sunrise starts to crown
As night gives birth to amber skies of day
I dream of seagulls soaring high above
Protecting me with mournful songs of love… ❤
