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

Wings
If I had wings to fly
I'd breathe in deep
and spread them wide
as I leap from the cliff
into the wind
where the gulls glide.

Crossing this wide sea
I glide above cruel waves
that reach up to drown my flight
in their cold
deep
blue-green graves.

And as your day grows slowly light
I'd arrive on worn-out wings
to hold you
in your waking dreams
and feel you soft
and gently warm
in my embrace at last.

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