I love the sound that seagulls make
when waking in the morning
the sea so close as sleep I shake
off with their loud warning
to each other - the search begins
to fill another day
with nourishment and meaning
or perhaps it's just to play -
I love the sound from far away
of trains and ships when blowing
horns and whistles hoot and honk
in morning light's soft glowing
through the glass which separates
the inside from the outside
through the haze of mental states
mind's neverending tide -
I love the sound as waters lap
up against the shore
somehow reassuring
sound's hypnotic door
elevating spirits
penetrating souls
entraining mind and thinking
waves breaking from their rolls
across the ocean
across the sea unseen
crashing in commotion
within this waking dream