Raindrops, tears from heaven,
Fell as if they knew.
Against a sky of turmoil
A lonesome seagull flew.
The lazy tide crept slowly in
As if it didn't care.
I looked unto the distance
The horizon wasn't there.
But just a misty distance,
An endless friendless haze,
A vision of the future,
Of endless friendless days.
The sinking sand beneath my feet
A carpet laid for me.
The lonesome seagull circled
As I walked towards the sea.
Terry Donovan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seascape-6/
