Eye of the Storm

If the sea could speak, it would weep

Ships capsize all the time

People wash away to far-away places, two rungs on the ladder

Coffins rip from the ground

Hurricanes marry the wind and sky

For the bottom of sea, dark and black

Wishes for the kisses of day’s sunlight

Clouds that spin the needle on compasses

And directions are forgotten

The behemoth is the looming fear

That springs tears to eyes, the souls that inspire poetry and song

But the sea has no mouth

Only eyes

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