Eyes of Storm

- - - Call her “Tempest”, for hers are eyes of storm. - Winds of passions held at bay, a torrent of tears uncried, - - - - Fulmine sparks caged in those confines - yearn to flash unchained into the night, - - - - - and peace is seldom found behind the clouded walls - - - - - - - - - in her eyes of storm. - - Her face provides no inference nor does manner hers supply - - - - - - but the slightest indication - - - - - of the tumult found inside. - - - Wild and twisted tresses hers do hint with subtlety - - - - - the wants, the needs, - - - - - - - - the hopes, - - - - - - - - - the fears, - - - - - - - the sorrows - - - - - - - - - 'neath veils of lashes bound. - - - A sharpened tongue and razor wit, iced cold with frigid stares, - - are evidence more of the battle fought within those founts of tears. - - - Her clouds spiral ever faster, and her waves mount higher still… - - - - - - - - her tormentuous seas - - - - have victims claimed, - - - - - - for none have yet them tamed. - - Within those eyes of Tempest rage unfettered memories - - - - - - of sailors many and sailors for whom - - - - the task proved beyond reach... - - - for yet has one to brave those eyes - - - and weather well the gale…to find the calm I know is there - - - - - - - - within her eyes of storm. - - - I thought once to be a sailor, to face undaunted the wind and rain. - - Methinks I once caught sight of sun amid her skies of darkened gray. - - - - - - - I know the calm is in there, - - - - - - - - - in the heart of this hurricane, - - - - - Though I doubt 'tis I who'll find the peace deep within her eyes of storm. - - Yea, call her “Tempest”, call her “Storm”, call her “Calamity”, - - - - - - - - but fear not the rain, - - - - - - - - nor winds, nor waves - - - - she'll hurl in direction thine, - for somewhere beyond her wall of clouds - - - - - - - - - is Eden in her eyes of storm.