Angry Birds

The love of my life 
was carried aloft 
by a flock of raging white seagulls

A desperate grab at his sibilant hand 
met only the empty air

He unwillingly floated 
and pierced my eyes 
with his knowing Vedic gaze 
then, he simply sailed away

No time for last goodbys
No time for I'm sorrys
No time for his tonal touch 
to let me know, that all would be well

Those seagulls
Those seagulls
Those seagulls are stronger than they look 

and what has been lost
will not be found 
now that it has been unbound