Upon a rocking seagull

Strongly, winds prevail, songs reveal 
trails of white rejoicing —weaving breath
							                  —rocking forth as unforeseeable storms. 

Peace awaits upon a rocking seagull, 
just remember, nothing is whole in wrath
'cause we seal away our fate with thorns!

Tears are tales in shattered ocean's walls;
thorns are patterns found in broken quests.
So stay awake, above the tide, absolving scorns
growling waves, until no sail enthralls
							                  —rock forth!