eye of the hurricane

we know which way to go.

the way the ppl see us, they see

the flow of us like a storm

we are the eye, as they

are swept thru the

turbulent tides and

gushing winds.

one by one, they are

swept into the eye.

guided by us, we see

the path because we

are the eye of the

hurricane.

no games

there were those brown calming eyes,

that jeopardized the beast in me,

to prey or to lay, so i prayed,

and laid my soul to bare;

scared because i have

paid this fare before

but these cards

arent like the last ones

before. this time

all cards

are on the table

theres no score

just us at the table

laughing to the

core.

they could sea it all

how could we know that we could become like the tides? crashing back in forth into one another. changing the nature around us. changing the landscapes of each other’s boundaries and letting the moon move us. we know our bounds but we come back steady and headstrung into the rocks because over time we know they will smooth out in the end and skip like pebbles along our shores by star crossed lovers that were born for the storms because the rain reminds them of the tides they would become some day