I am the little boat upon the sand. I am asleep, still and waiting.
I weigh heavy on one side, silent, resting and alone.
I am the seagull that cries in the sky, and lands upon the little boat, I am.
I am the voice of the seagull, and the wind that ruffles feathers and tugs at the rigging of the little boat.
I am the rays of sun that warm the body of the seagull, and soften the chill in the wind.
I am the light that brings life to the colours on the bows of the little boat.
I am the time that passes. I am the clouds that roll and tumble. I am the shadows that stretch.
I am the tide.
I am the cool advance that creeps across the molded sands. I am the motion as it runs through the gullies and up the beach, speaking a language understood by infinity.
I am the water that kisses the little boat, and rolls around the bows with good humour. I come home to myself. The wind that I am joins in, and I merge in a blissful dance of lightness, as the little boat lifts and turns - we are one.
The seagull cries and brings awareness, calling out across the retreating sand as water and dusk take over.
I am the dark night whose fingers creep. I am the starry reflections and the moon that rises in the east. I am the eerie light that changes the little boat into unworldly magic... brimming with shadows and potential.
All night long, the colours that I am let go, and darkness and the stars are all there is.
The moon sets, and with it comes a new day. I am the sun that sends blasts of angel light into the clouds. Colour bursts into the world again, and the little boat, I am, falls asleep upon the sand.
I am the sleep, I am the dream. I am.