i can feel the call of the sea
the rustling waves coming to me
soaking my feet to a soothing chill
i tip toe as i watch passing sail
i look to the horizon with born longing
bow my head; hands in my pockets; mumbling
lovely seashells that waves wash away
dancing with sand; tumbling to the sea
teasing seagulls circling overhead
must be hungry; never been feed
crushing waves a melody to my ears
in symphony with my hidden fears
Manonton Dalan
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-are-you-42/
