John Lentini

Alone . . . I Remain

 

Tossing, tumbling upon the sea

      two gulls are side by side

Facing boldly out towards

      the highest gust of wind

White caps abound and surround

      this gentle loving pair

Take the force and move on do they

      invigorated by the encounter

Together do they move as one

      bobbing up and down

      with life’s passing encounters

 

Behold afar

Stands forlorn

Upon the sentinel rock

A lonely gull

Together with his island

Looking out to sea

O’er where the lovers be

He sighs, he weeps

This poem he cries out

 

She hears his trumpeting call

      hovering above

      circling round and round

He will not fly after his love

For the deepest love will come

High above

      out of reach

      to the setting sun

      his golden girl retreats to her rest

Alone with my cry

I remain