A whisper carried on the warm breeze, <br />Was it a mermaid’s sigh? <br />Could it have been my weary mind, <br />Echoing thoughts as day slips by. <br /> <br />Tranquility like a warm embrace, <br />Evening shadows grow long. <br />Cool, damp sand beneath bare feet, <br />Seagulls crooning their song. <br /> <br />“Follow your heart to the ocean, ” they chant, <br />“She waits with open arms.” <br />Soaring, watching, they lead the way, <br />Keeping me from harm. <br /> <br />Crimson horizon, the setting sun <br />Slowly sinking into the sea. <br />Not another soul around, <br />Just the ocean, the seagulls and me. <br /> <br />Time and troubles drift away, <br />My heart begins to soar. <br />Nature cradles me to her breast, <br />As I stand at the ocean’s door. <br /> <br />“It’s time for you to go now, ” <br />The seagulls seem to say. <br />And I follow them along the shore, <br />Wishing I could stay. <br /> <br />My spirit is soaring with them, <br />I swear that I could fly! <br />Memories carry me away, <br />When I hear a seagull’s cry. <br /> <br />© Annabel Sheila<br /><br />Nancy Crossman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-i-hear-a-seagull-s-cry/
