Sitting By The Seas And Watching

The salty wind beats against my face Flowing over the meditating seas; The foamy tides kiss the sandy shores And turn back swiftly humming in their Retreats like a swarm of surly bees; Above the seas the sky is serene and Embraces the frayed clouds tight; I watch a string of birds emerging From the foliage and move upwards In the evening's diminishing light; I know not where to they are going And when they will come back; May be they are heading to the realm Where darkness does not fall and will Return when in the east dawn will crack.