written by: Ken Allan Dronsfield
My hand reaches out to block
the suns rays; soaring high is a lone
white gull, a warm breath on cheeks
reflecting the blue sky; parted lips.
The sea overflows the white sands
serene of shadow; soft of noise
as wings of green teal swiftly wave;
I see a blue autumn sky
love, hopes and dreams
sometimes, I see you there.
Off-shore is where you'll find me
even if you're only in dreams
ocean winds beckoning taking
me so far away from you;
an autumn sea rages.