Song to a Seagull

Fly, silly seabird, no dreams can possess you
 No voices can blame you for sun on your wings
 My gentle relations have names they must call me
 For loving the freedom of all flying things
 My dreams with the seagulls fly
 Out of reach, out of cry
 I came to the city and lived like old Crusoe
 On an island of noise in a cobblestone sea
 And the beaches were concrete and the stars paid a light bill
 And the blossoms hung false on their store window trees
 My dreams with the seagulls fly
 Out of reach, out of cry
 Out of the city and down to the seaside
 To sun on my shoulders and wind in my hair
 But sandcastles crumble and hunger is human
 And humans are hungry for worlds they can't share
 My dreams with the seagulls fly
 Out of reach, out of cry
 I call to the seagull who dives to the waters
 And catches his silver-fine dinner alone
 Crying, "Where are the footprints that danced on these beaches
 And the hands that cast wishes that sunk like a stone?"
 My dreams with the seagulls fly
 Out of reach, out of cry