Eyes of a Storm
The Sun descends like a set of gold in the Sahara, The eagle eyes analyze deep into the horizon, Portraying this view as a portrait, she gets tunnel vision into the vanishing point.
Thoughts are in orbit with flashing patterns, From here to the colorful rings of Saturn, These rhythms can be slightly stupendous, Though the brain storms are greater than the red eye of Jupiter.
At the surface there's tropical waters that look quite inviting, But below is an abyss of the unknown, thinking while sinking in this ball point pen.
She feels like an octopus spitting eight balls of ink on the pool surface, recognizing the ripple effects falling in love with life, While acknowledging chaos and catastrophe.
If you want to experience life, just look into the eyes of the storm.