do the storms in your eyes wreck havoc like nature whose fury splinters those who venture against the rocks of life? is disaster imminent in those swirling, muddy pools or can one rise on the flecks of green and gold, hope dotting the surface? what will dry the rainy tears that constipate your chin uncried, capture the demons battering the shores of your mind; let you release what you hide in those stormy eyes? what will calm your raging seas, what hand may reach into your depths and bring forth the brilliant light of your smile again?
