Where the ocean meets the sky-my place

The wind against my face
below the shadows of the heavens
while the waves rush and argue amoungst each other
and the salt from the sea
seems to be the oceans natural potpourri
and the feeling of fear and hope
bind as one and
comes and goes
as swift as the salty mist.
the shrieking seagull floats
on the homeyness
of the solemn clouds'.
and the thoughts on which i float
is as warm as
a flame in a hot, cozy fireplace