The Seagulls

Above summer clouds the seagulls enjoyed the sky; Today you disappeared, the sad empty space cries; You gave up the beloved Rocky Mountains domain, Left behind the dear sphere; won’t I see you again? Cold gloomy weather chased you away the admirer; In the isolated sky, I’m looking for the heart stealers; Neither white wings nor nice voice of enchantment; Put my aim diverting, my soul in a falling movement. Where did you head to? Where is your new shelter? Wintry wind wrung my mind since your departure; My only hope scales down to separately stay apart; I’m pursuing the full range hunt for my sweetheart. Gelid weather mistakes my vision of your presence; The lovely shadows remain their heavyset accents; Your farewell is alike your death, even a bit of time; You fled winter, left me burying in a long chilly clime.