The sea mew
You are as empty as the sea
as hollow as the sky to me,
as lifeless as the grey-green land
on which the trees in coffins stand.
You are a ferret and a mole
which burrows deep into my soul,
but all you find is a little hole
where I another thing have planned.
You are a child that works in sand
where dreams dissolve and children sigh,
where a young girl sobs at the muted cry
of a sea mew lost in a hollow sky.