Are those tornadoes I see, beneath that veil you wear? Constellations in your eyes, that sunglasses couldn't hide. And you think a laced veil could mask a waking tornado? The irony makes me wonder, how you have stars at your feet, but constellations in your eyes... and a soft breeze over your hair, but tornadoes inside that head. And all of you, a fluid, flowing. You're a sea in all its entirety, with whirlpools, reflecting stars, sea breezes, Orion over the horizon. You're all of this at once and yet you ask me to sit back, to rest. Your tides are lovely, high and deep, but I've nautical miles to go before I sleep. When landlocked sailor needed a Frost Bite. 🤭 #nauticalmiles #robertfrost #sea