Seabird

Sea Bird     

Words and Music by Clair Anna Rose Stoeckley 

He comes by round sunset, high tide, he don’t forget.

He’s just my seabird,

I only give him my breadcrumbs,

he’s just my seabird, that’s all.

Watch him fly high on grey wings. See him dive, searching for things.

He’s just my seabird,

I only give him by breadcrumbs,

he’s just my seabird that’s all.

Oceanside, beachcombing, he matches my stride, never roaming.

Yeah, that’s my seabird,

 I’d know his feathers,

just by the way they fall.

I’m in love with the wind under his body lifting him.

Yea, that’s my seabird,

flying away,

but he’ll be back tomorrow. 

It's not really about a bird. Though there was a seagull once who was hanging around watching me eat my sandwich in Long Beach. He was scruffy and with his company the song just came there, the Queen Mary in sight. Enjoying the solitude of being beside something so blue and vast as sky and sea. I think I've always been in awe of everything that makes me feel minuscule. 

The ocean has a way of making my heart  open wide and out poured every bit of longing. This song immortalizes, in a way, the feeling of impossibility for a love that will never be fully harnessed (not that it should be.) A love that makes you feel like no matter how much you get there would never be enough of it, and that's what makes it beautiful, the insatiability of  a love that could not be fulfilled in during one lifespan alone.  There's always more love, it comes from a bottomless source.