The Eye of the Storm

Intrepid winds once.... Whispering serenities promises Into the chambers of ones soul? Watching these invisible wings, now Carrying their dreams but far away While reaching out to touch the hand Of echoing breezes illusive embrace To grasp the intangible things Through bars of molten steel Embedded and fused, into glass sharded concrete Brushing past their amissful fingertips Muddled visions of what could have been But, what shall never be.... Piercing their eyes, these hurricanes of time Tornadoes spawning, the devestation of a life Cast into the medieval dungeon, of darkness' hell As the waves crash violently upon the shore Waiting for The Flying Dutchman to arrive Driven by the gales, of tomorrows foreboding Shackled in chains, fettered, by the skeletal crew.... The rogue, that shall lead them away forever These the deaf, that could not hear serenities promise Once whispered unto them, amid the intrepid winds Transient storms, now carrying their souls afar Beyond the rainbows, that melted in the sky Beneath these scorching gusts, that blinded their sight While they wasted their time within opticals Reaching through verticals, thorn laced bars Grasping at nothing, but the intangible tide Breezes of ideos, that could have never saved their lives Now, entering the shadows of eternities solemn door Through.... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Eye of The Storm!