Don't you question me?
Because I do

The look in your eyes
is quiet
like you've never heard the thunder
or felt the torrents of rain

How is that possible?

I question
the calm of your ocean eyes
I am greens and blues,
a fog filled bay

Treacherous sea,
that's the heart of me
but you
are a clear mountain spring
new and bright as morning

And all I want to know
is if this is real

Maybe what I see
is the calm before the storm

because you could be
the eye of the storm
Or the heart of the sea,
the sea in me