The Gulls Cry

The Gulls’ cries shrill in the night Onto my thoughts they impose I envy their wings and their melancholy songs Carried over the ill wind that blows I am here grounded to my faults and I watch Imagining where I would fly had I wings Maybe I would hover over my homeland Maybe it’s the same song I would sing The endless sea of black calls them As the gulls frantically fly overhead I listen silently to the crashing of the waves And wonder if I am alive or if I am dead They cry out to me as if they are mocking me As if my thoughts are commonplace and trite I look away from them for a moment And know that all is lost again tonight Soon my flight will take place And I am sure to soar up to the sun I will scorch my wings trying And I will surely come undone New beginnings sometimes call for violent ends And I might be wrong for wishing them true But the exhausting day has not given me the sails This trip to finally construe The cobwebs are still here tonight And the wine clouds my mind Here I stay in my prison With my borders very well defined The sky looks untouchable As do the majestic mountains ahead In my sight the treacherous road Which never has been tread The gulls’ cries beckon me to look up again The moon is hidden behind the clouds As is my dream of soaring In a veil of obscurity I shroud