O lift me high upon the wind,
To where the wild gulls fly -
Above the mighty ocean’s swell,
Across the sapphire sky.
My refuge be the sailing ships
Which brave the raging seas,
And isles adorned with swaying Palms,
My heart to thus appease.
Then circling high above the storms
Of life’s beleaguered trail -
O carry me to distant shores,
To fly o’er hill and vale.
The wild gulls cry, the sweetest sound,
Is calling, calling me -
And I shall follow where they lead,
To where I shall be free.
O lift me high upon the wind,
To where the wild gulls fly -
Beyond all things that serve to bind,
Above the earth, so high.
And higher still to realms unknown
To mortal man below -
Behold the sun, behold the moon,
And dawn’s soft afterglow.
May air as sweet as angels’ breath
Caress me as I soar -
To feel nirvana’s soft embrace,
Enfold me evermore.
I have never thought the sea gulls could fly so well. I would like to presume one Valerie from Southport could give them a great company.. I am afraid to fly unlike you and Valsa though.
The rhythm and rhyme in this is awesome :) I really love it when you rhyme!
Wonderful escapism to be able to fly so high as the wild seagulls and hear their haunting cry! Amazing rhythm and flow!
Such a lovely poem. Reminds me of my home in Galveston. Which I always long for, but now is somewhat a sadder place.
Such a lovely poem.... I was imagining myself in this poem :) Great penning!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Is there any subject you cannot make into a beautiful rhyme? I think not; this one is really peaceful.....