With a reasoned stab
A self confessed sinister
Took flight below the sea
To change the unknown
Lesser did he know
That the wind was sharp
Right with a knife
To tear his heart
The seagull had a throat
A throat that pained
Not the salty wind
But the tears unkind
The matter didn't reflect
The thought grew too
But change never came
And wind became lead.
Hours passed and minutes remained
Though later 'twas named
The blow was not a blow
But a love in disguise
