Sitting By the Ocean

The countless flights of noisy seagulls seem like my days once idled away, sitting by the ocean appeasing the relentless loneliness of my blues... beyond that horizon, so traveled by ships, another sunset faded away. Being brought here by destiny's hasteness, I am unable to return to my adored land... hinderd by unknown forces more devastating than summer's violent storms and hurricanes; even the gentlest breeze can erase those memories still imprinted into the smooth sand. Springs have been short and winters last much longer, and only the red Lighthouse surrenders to darkness; the gelid winds of the North batter the snow-decorated docks making the waves rise higher; this calm harbor resembles a Norvegian fiord from where the Vikings left in small vessels. Serenity is deeply felt, but not readily greeted as in other milder seasons, and I can endure the harshness of any winter day with this heavy coat... the cold and hungry beggar could use it and keep herself warm and sleep peacefully at night; where's she? I've been sitting by the ocean, she hasn't come to melt away my frozen tears!