Fly, silly seabird -

No dreams can possess you,
No voices can blame you
For sun on your wings.
My gentle relations
Have names they must call me
For loving the freedom
Of all flying things.
My dreams with the seagulls fly,
Out of reach, out of cry...

I came to the city
And lived like old Crusoe
On an island of noise
In a cobblestone sea,
And the beaches were concrete,
And the stars paid a light bill,
And the blossoms hung false
On their store window trees.
My dreams with the seagulls fly,
Out of reach, out of cry...

Out of the city
And down to the seaside,
To sun on my shoulders
And wind in my hair -
But sandcastles crumble,
And hunger is human,
And humans are hungry
For worlds they can't share.
My dreams with the seagulls fly,
Out of reach, out of cry...

I call to a seagull
Who dives to the waters
And catches his silver-fine dinner alone.
Crying: where are the footprints
That danced on these beaches,
And the hands that cast wishes
That sunk like a stone?
My dreams with the seagulls fly,
Out of reach, out of cry...

Joni Mitchell
"Song to a Seagull"
1968

Love came to my door

With a sleeping roll
And a madman's soul
He thought for sure I'd seen him
Dancing up a river in the dark
Looking for a woman
To court and spark

He was playing on the sidewalk
For passing change
When something strange happened
Glory train passed through him
So he buried the coins he made
In People's Park
And went looking for a woman
To court and spark

It seemed like he read my mind
He saw me mistrusting him
And still acting kind
He saw how I worried sometimes
I worry sometimes

"All the guilty people," he said
They've all seen the stain-
On their daily bread
On their christian names
I cleared myself
I sacrificed my blues
And you could complete me
I'd complete you

His eyes were the color of the sand
And the sea
And the more he talked to me
The more he reached me
But I couldn't let go of L.A.
City of the fallen angels

Joni Mitchell
"Court and Spark"
1974