What do eyes see,
The sunrise painting the Sea.
Pale blue waves cresting the horizon,
So mesmerizing one can almost hear the tide rising.
Local birds glide in the updraft like seagulls diving.
While an inlet forms in a nearby cloud’s center core,
Tiny waves nipping at the bar’s shore.
The true Ocean is not near here,
Landlocked vistas the regular fare.
Are these enchanted memories dreams make,
Of legendary stories read long ago.
Or, too much caffeine in the morning mistake,
Of a double, turned triple espresso macchiato.