Gentle are the waves that tease my mind
For they bring solace to me in this land without time.
I am like the gull that stands watch from the dune.
Watching and listening to the seas magical tune.
Drifting and drifting until I become a part of this land.
Able soar over marshes galore, free to kiss the sky.
Free to stay forever, to be a part of with body soul and mind.
This is my wish this is my plea,
for there is no way to explain
How I did become at one with Tybee.
I am the sun, I am the sky, I am the sea
I have become the sands of time.
J. Allen Wilson © 2003