Surreal REALITY exhausted by the empath

Two chairs upon a shifting shore, Where wild and roaring waters meet, They watch a grand, celestial door Unfold above the ocean's beat. The tempest splits its heavy shroud, Of churning smoke and shadowed gray, To frame within a wall of cloud A portal to a calmer day. They sit in silence, side by side, Between the chaos and the clear, As quiet souls against the tide, Beholding heaven brought so near.