A seagull hovers motionlessly, wings outstretched
on the north breeze, searching for sustenance.
Its forlorn cry, echoing from sand to sky, is etched
with hunger that long ago commenced.

She walks the beach below gazing forlornly
into the infinity of her feelings,
like the seagull searching for sustenance, to quench
the painful loneliness of losing her dearest love.

The solitude of the seashore, the quiet sound of lapping waves,
administer the healing touch she longingly hopes for
and bring peace her agonized soul desperately craves—
touched by the healing hand of God by the shore.