The rising sun greets a quickening breeze,
Crested waves on a restless sea,
Gulls float upon the salty air,
Chanting echoes across the water,
A feathered recital just for me!
There’s a nip in the salty air,
That quickly cools my coffee mug.
But I am caught in the spell,
For the view from this deck is entrancing!
A neap tide has claimed the beach,
Leaving no trace of my footprints in the sand.
With shuttered lids, I inhale deeply,
And my thoughts unravel.
The hiss of the tide against the shore
Is Neptune’s whisper!
This moment is timeless, and I am free.
Weightless, I soar with the seagulls,
My warm fleecy blanket floating behind me,
Like a superhero’s cape!
O’er the waves we soar,
Below us, fishermen ready their gear.
They don’t even notice me,
Or hear my laughter that intermingles
With the seagull’s songs.
Warm sunshine caresses my face,
And as I open my eyes, I smile.
For the tide has ebbed, and my dream has vanished!
© Annabel Sheila