Where Are You Poem by Manonton Dalan

i can feel the call of the sea
the rustling waves coming to me
soaking my feet to a soothing chill
i tip toe as i watch passing sail

i look to the horizon with born longing
bow my head; hands in my pockets; mumbling
lovely seashells that waves wash away
dancing with sand; tumbling to the sea

teasing seagulls circling overhead
must be hungry; never been feed
crushing waves a melody to my ears
in symphony with my hidden fears