The love of my life had left to live in Australia and my dream of being able to fly (like so many people do, I guess), was fuelled one day on my drive home.

I pass these beautiful cliffs overlooking the sea where the breeze hits the cliff, causing a wave of air on which the gulls soar and glide for ages. I imagined that if I were able to fly like these gulls I could make it to Australia across the divide of angry ocean no matter what it took.

The journey would be one of extreme endurance, but I would succeed in reaching her, to lie exhausted but happy at last to have found her.

This poem originally was published in Love Poems