Another, smaller seagull
paced across the wooden ashes
of yet another sunset...
No waters followed,
feathers scarce,
like unrepentant memories...

Again, alive it seamed,
so selfish, screaming for a nest-shape...
Au revoir ma chère,
à bientôt, my lover
of way too many mornings
resting on your decks;
I called a helper, harbouring forever
a life, a sentence, all together,
of unforgiving, hollow wrecks...


Photo:http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/GFile:Seagull_in_flight_by_Jiyang_Chen.jpg