An old scribble.....

Song of a distant whale

How far, how far will I travel?
Your long miles mean nothing to me
I am Leviathan.

I surround the earth.

The cold deep you see is in your soul.

Not these warm tides of love.

You would not choose sea over land,

You chose to leave

I chose to remain.

So jar your brains in your two-legged waltz,

little things.

I have no feet to plant upon the earth.

I live in dreams.

So swim with me, gape in awe

little things.

Remember, and envy, 

I chose to remain

You chose to leave.

Written at uni, many years ago.