Seagulls

I love to wake up
at the screams of seagulls
in the morning light.

It's always been the sea
that moved my soul to peace,
though born in mountain skirts.

How far I've gone
in the pursuit of all the waves,
that sing into my mind.

Finally I settled down,
where the sea went deep
to kiss the mountain,

deep into the fjord,
and both my worlds I dreamt,
they just collided.

I wake up in the summer now
to the voices of those seagulls
and feel the piece of mind.