Eye Of The Storm

Tear drops soaking holes
through the parchments of decree,
those constitutional scrolls written to control
that spread as a shroud with utopia mirages
over the freedoms in our day.

Craving the refuges beyond those words
that flow with peace’s tides
into an inner harbor of reveries,
quietly moored in serenity’s scenic allure
amid the rumbles from life’s cymbals
where one can float as captain of sailboat
calmly swaying from the gentle touch in tranquil tides.

Detonations of dismay destroy the bliss,
fiery eruptions recall the episodes,
stealing laughter with their haunting explosions,
which echo through the long night of unanswered dreams.

The mind’s eye pierces the smoke,
waiting until the fire subsides
to again ascend the soothing sea within,
for there is a port in the heart,
nothing will ever destroy
what you can see so clearly
while anchored in a boat you know was built,
from the wood you cherish as life.

Then no matter what paper
shadows the spirit,
one can always swim in a place
of light and hope,
facing a sunset to fears.