The Eye

A broken man
Surrounded yet alone
Clawing,
Desperate,
At the fringes of sanity
The strands of which whip
Billow
Swarm into chaos
But through the tempest
There she is
Untouched by the cacophony of fear
Unbothered by the screaming storm
Approaching him
Glowing serenity
Through the tempest
There she is
He writhes
Contorting
Becoming beast
Baying
As if he sees a moon
The storm answers back
Howling
Mocking
No hope can enter its fury
Yet through the tempest
There she is
Volleyed about
Like a ship on a dark sea
Rolling
Roiling
Careening toward destruction
But through the tempest
There he is
Holding fast
A wooden island on a vengeful tide
Daring the rocks guarding his shores to crash against her
Needing no lighthouse in this erebus
For through the tempest
There he is
Her sails hanging tattered
Now come alive on the gusts of his rage
Catching
Twisting
Becoming a partner in this dance in the dark
Taking his lead
Following him down
For through the tempest
There he is
Words cannot describe her
No justice in a name
His hands reach to touch her
Hers gently caress his face
The storm still roars above them
Yet his screams have fallen mute
The fury will fade
Wither
Die
But for now
For this moment between moments
Amidst the tempest
Here we are