Why do you fly, lone traveller,
winging the surface of the dark water
When all have left and flown
to nest and home?
Yet you and I
driven by an unbridled longing
find freedome still to roam.
Swiftly the silent night descends
A chill wind whispers
that the sun's last rays have left our wanderings
too late, too late
You will fly before me, outsoar me
and be gone
But I will remember you, forever flying
over a dark and storm filled ocean
Into a vast and starry night.
Josephine Collett
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/solitary-gull/
