6 august 2025
so long ago now it all began
so long since the nightingale sang
but
didI dream that mythic bird
which in fact I never heard
such sweet song the poet's say
I will hear it one summer's day.
locked in a seascape now for 20 years
no songbirds meet my happy ears
but seagulls pass and screech their words
I understand so well these birds.
as their soar in brilliant skies\
I do not need to close my eyes
to imagine their flight
into every sunset's night.
Amen
copywright l ivison
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