Love Sonnet 87: 'I Watch The Seagulls Fly And Shout Your Name, ' Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

I watch the seagulls fly and shout your name,
Should in your isle, you walk along the brine,
Would you, too, try to play this childish game,
To hear bird cries to sound like name of mine?
The moon reminds me of your gleaming face,
Against a flaxen hair, the shade of dawn,
The seas between us seemed so small a space,
To separate what angels loved to spawn;
For we have hung our dreams farther up high,
Beyond the reach of nightmares and goodbyes,
Or faithlessness that leaves the night to die
Oft dreamless, as the case where sleep denies;
......I need not see the gulls, nor hear them shout,
......Your sweet name comes just readily about.