the seagull wildly ***** its wings
soaring in the heavens above the sea

the vivid blues and whites and sparkling lights
are blurry as my eyes follow the shadow of it

the bellow of the rumbling machine,
the soft hissing of the salty water,
and the caws harmonize altogether
seemed to comfort you in your slumber

your face holds a soggy, reddish, unknown look 
and brows furrow in an almost single line,
as the rays of the searing sun graze on your skin

in a place of ever-moving and constant waves
you are still, stagnant, and at peace
as if your world has stopped; ours has not