Crying gulls
- (📝Marcella Boccia) -
Through cobbled streets
where echoes dwell
Beneath the sky
a seagull’s knell
I wander
caught in winter’s breath
A fleeting life
a song of death
The cold wind bites
yet draws me near
To faces warm
and voices clear
Each stranger’s gaze
a tale untold
Of Dublin’s heart
both young and old
The gulls above
they scream and cry
Their endless hymn
a mourning sky
A city’s soul
in flight and sound
Where dreams are lost
and sometimes found
Oh Dublin fair
your winding ways
Your fleeting sun
your storm-filled days
Each cobblestone
a secret keeps
Each breeze
a whisper that never sleeps
Through you I walk
both lost and found
With every step
on sacred ground
The heart you bear
so fierce
so kind
A mirror
to my wandering mind
In cold embrace
you hold me tight
Your winter days
your restless night
I came to see
to feel
to know
But Dublin’s spirit
claims me so