Gull Song

I wrote this a while back, and know it's crap. I put it up to force myself to improve it. 


after Cohen

For an absent love. 

The shadow you left shaped the light as a quest:
Should I hunt you or let you fly free.
A figure that spun once as a man
Cutback, shift to swell on the sea

Through the pain of a day, cut short in that way
Cos you dressed your leave-taking with knives
I clung to the gifts of time, cyclic shifts
Wax waning still hanging on fives.

Others come as others will.
There are many fish in the sea.

In the calm of my gut I know I was right,

There is only that seabird for me.