Seagull Poem by Mohammad Yousef

In the salt-kissed air of dawn,
where the waves whisper secrets to the shore,
I met you, a creature of the sky,
wings outstretched like dreams unfurling,
gliding effortlessly on the breath of the ocean.

You perched on a weathered post,
a sentinel of the morning light,
your feathers ruffled by the wind,
each plume a testament to journeys untold,
each call a haunting melody that danced
in the spaces between my thoughts,
where solitude once reigned.

I watched you dive,
a graceful plunge into the cerulean depths,
your silhouette cutting through the sun's embrace,
and I marveled at your freedom,
the way you soared above the mundane,
untethered by the weight of earthly ties.

In those moments,
you became my muse,
the embodiment of every longing,
every unspoken word that lingered
in the corners of my heart,
where shadows of doubt once loomed.

I found solace in your presence,
the way you'd circle back,
wings glinting like silver,
each return a promise,
a soft reminder that love,
in all its forms, is wild and untamed,
like the ocean's roar,
like the call of a seagull.

We danced between the tides,
you and I,
me with my feet planted in wet sand,
and you with the wind beneath your wings,
a duet of earth and sky,
of longing and liberation.

Sometimes, you'd swoop low,
a flash of white against the blue,
and I'd laugh, caught in the spell
of your carefree spirit,
my heart a kite tethered to your flight.

But love stories are not always simple,
and as the sun dipped low,
painting the horizon in hues of gold,
I felt the weight of your wanderlust,
the call of distant shores pulling you away,
the promise of horizons I could never follow.

Yet, even as you soared into the twilight,
I held on to the echoes of your cries,
the flutter of your wings in my memory,
a reminder that love,
like the tides, ebbs and flows,
that true connection transcends distance,
and our hearts,
though separated by the vastness of sky,
remain intertwined.

So here I stand,
on this familiar shore,
waiting for the dawn,
the salty breeze a gentle caress,
and I know, without doubt,
that somewhere in the vast expanse,
you are still soaring,
a seagull in the endless sky,
and I, your devoted admirer,
will forever cherish our love story,
written in the whispers of the waves,
etched in the sands of time.