Sky. Ocean. Seagulls. Cup of tea.
Blank stare into the blue.
What forces draw someone like me
Close to the likes of you?

Love mint and honey in my tea;
The darling keeps me warm.
But with the ocean, all I see
Is dreaded hidden storm.

I scoop the tide into my cup:
These sins are never sweet.
The ocean does not hear my “Stop”
And rolls beneath my feet.