Wind blows softly
The sound of the ocean
Sun on your skin
The smell of salt air

I must confess
As I lay on the beach
My mind wanders
And I’m no longer myself

As a child of the Island
I was born here
Have lived here all my life
Feel content and free

Clouds float by
One by one, they fly
All is revealed
Some call it Truth

I am young, I am old
Time stands still
Waves crash on the shore
And my eyes close

A seagull lands
His stare betrays nothing
This is his home
I am only a visitor

Never wanting to leave
My contentment grows
Until it escapes
Goes out to sea

I will walk alone
Nothing is real
A different world
Souls upon souls

As the sun descends
All light is lost
Except for the moon
O! how it calls!

William Gelish is a lifelong resident of Long Island. He was born in Brooklyn, N.Y. in 1957 and regularly attends the poetry open mic in Babylon N.Y. (hosted by Deborah Hauser) on the first Thursday of every month. Willam has two books for sale on Amazon (“There Was A Time” and “Waves”).