Ever The Lone Wandering Boy Poem by james watkin

Beyond what for human sounds
Succussive rattled on
Quieter nature's impulses
Sensitized would distort;
While of kindred forms, human
If well above, afar
Peeked down cliff, cape's crag around
Yet, viewing, did comfort.

And there, in losing myself
The long days could be found.
I, least of lone gulls morose!
The gales regale, summer's.
Rushed now upon of feelings
Released, where the waves break
I, obedient to no will
But what to soul defers.