Seagull

Seagull in the night,

flying towards your destiny

of black and white,

must you fly alone

and yet at night

when all those of your flock

are together

on the beaches,

waiting for a

brilliant burst

of sun

to rise from the

ocean

like a mighty underwater

island

grasping skyward?

Yet you --

you seem not to care.

You fly on,

a tiny, silhouetted

shooting star

caressing the darkened sky

with the glowing shine

the misty moon

lusters your wings with.

Fly on, my friend!

Do not look back

nor below

at the silvery road

the languid moon

has paved for you.

Just fly

where your wings

will reach.

The night

and the moon

willl follow you,

for the moon is

free,

the night is

yours,
and only those who search

will find--

--fly on!