Stoney beach

Churning waters bathing

Pedestal pebbles

For a statuesque sea gull of a wuthering sea

Standing, wondering in the recess of life

Every passing of Day-Suns and Night-Moons can bring

A beautiful portrait of nature

Breathes through my restless soul

In the twilight eve of a congested tomorrow

Forget in a moment a shadow-cast

That is usually sought in candid living

Forget the loud, vivid, clinging clanging melancholy past that’s ringing.

Forget the unnerving stammering of a trembling voice fearing a future brightening 

I stand still, straighter, stronger, longer than a simple sea gull, in a stoney pedestal of a familiar sea

I stand prouder, louder, brighter, illuminating an obscure ocean majestically vast, this light I cast

I stand stoney still old world I own with immortal will as ocean bathes blue scented me 

Not a corner to corner

But a sea to see

A freedom for flight

Not a fight to flee 

Coming forth beyond 

This undulating sea

My spirit, it is “I”

I see. I see.