White peaks and barrels

Offshore.
You are a deep, serene, turquoise blue.
I hear you.
Subtle.
In three hours onshore it will be.
And the peaks of white foam will form lines across your blue.
Sea.
I see you.
Your come and your go.
Your temperamental, tempestuous soul.
And your serenity. Deep. I see you.
Stable in your instability, and I see me.
Cycles, spirals, white peaks and barrels.