Whiteflower Bay

the ghosts of ships and war long gone
the cries of gulls where they belong
in Whiteflower Bay along with me
by the living breathing sea -

the air's tiptoeing from the east
like some invisible prowling beast
hurrying by where ghosts live on
carrying off the gulls loud song -

the sky above is curtained by
blue grey clouds which bump and vie
for the space which once seemed blue
as Sun climbs up but out of view -

the tide has left the shore exposed
an easy feast for all of those
gulls and ravens living near
the ghosts of war here by the pier -

Sunday morning city stirs
awaking slowly life occurs
by the ocean bay with me
in the living breathing sea -

deep in space a planet's found
beyond beyond the all around
a new day dawning in the way
we must view the place we stay -

we believe we think we know
then we find there's more below
there's more above there's more within
than we believed as we all spin -

beyond beyond the all around
deep in space is where we're found
hurrying by where ghosts live on
like cries of gulls we all belong ...