The Night Gull

I am the seagull you watch
In summer who flies at night:
Only I dare guide my wings
Through the moon-commanded skies.

I climb high above the sea,
And her pristine tidal glow,
Surveying my Portsea Isle,
Without shadows cast below.

Blistered city streets, I see
Alive with fevered drinkers,
Who embrace the night with glee
Now freed from gruelling winters.

Where live swans and cygnets wade
Gently picking at the ground,
Eight rainbow-lit plastic swans
On the lake are tightly bound.

Nearby cascading splintered
Minds contemplate the spirits;
My majestic white feathers,
In moonlight soaked so vivid.

I am the seagull you watch
In summer who flies by day:
With my flock swift wings guide me
Through illumine golden rays.

Narrow paths do lovers roam,
Sunkist pairs, dog day delights;
Souls beneath the sunlit skies,
Daytime strolls, chromatic kites.