“What do you fear more? The ocean or space?”
He asked with a smile and an eager face.
I paused like a signal trying to connect,
“Honestly, both,” I said… with deep respect.

They imitate each other in both darkness and swell,
Both full of creatures and secrets they’ll never tell.
One swallows the ship, the other snuffs out the light-
Yet both leave you in awe saying, “it’s beautiful, right?”

There’s something so forthright in silence that wide.
In waves that don’t care if you sink or survive.
The currents and cosmos both pull with great force,
As if they are always on a collision course.

Still, we wade in water and stare deep into the void,
Like a death wish that we pretend to avoid.
But fear and fascination, they taste just the same,
We crave the unknown, like a moth to a flame.