Dream of Sun

I have seen the laughing seagull
I have drunk the wishful sea
All and all it feels so regal
Could be just a fantasy

I have heard the song of ages
I have painted on the rocks
Moss grew on the whitest pages
Morning silence at the docks

I have whispered odes to freedom
I have prayed at golden dawn
Wind and waves’ ecstatic rhythm
Roaring “Look! The Sun is born!”