Seascape

On wings of whisper seagulls rise Like an unhurried, gracious fleet Which sails upon a sea of sighs And takes my dreams away with it. The clouds and waves anoint the sky With drops of myrrh and hues of blue Whose colors blend and tower high, While masts glide free and out of view. How soft and languid is the roll Of vessels tethered to the pier! I wonder if they hear the call Of friends afar and fellows near. They roll with jealousy and grief While many others, far away, Might float over a glowing reef Or laze upon a peaceful bay. But here, where seagulls roam above, The sad and silent fellows weep For fear their unrequited love May die forgotten in the deep. Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com