As the storm birds gather over land
over sea,
a lone gull circles in the brooding sky.
Its cry is lost to the calling of the wind;
and in the distance the harbour lights,
once welcoming sink into that bitter land
bitter sea,
and sink into the storm for me.
Tonight the storm is fierce and the sea
is devastating. The air is left desolate
by the storm; that any thing could survive
is left to chance. Far away a cry is
heard in the hearts of the innocent.
Love in its evergreen shade falls victim
to the raging tempests might, and its star
is blown out of the sky.
Upon the shore the silver mist clings
to the image of love. Battered by the
envious storm, yet still in silent
vigil they stand, two lovers alone
against the madness; they stand and watch
with pity etched on each face; until with
timeless ease they turn, swallowed by the evening
shade, and walk into the night.
As the storm birds gather over land
over sea,
and a lone gull battles against the wind.
The storm now falls upon that troubled mind,
casting Autumn leaves like falling rain.
Another victim of that bitter land
bitter sea,
another victim of its cruel spite.
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