Eye Of The Storm

The allure of chaos, the raging tempest
 Cling to life in the starting blocks
 As the hourglass grows emptier still
 Enduring, wallow in weakness of mine
 The crack in the looking glass
 To alone tread the pathways in light of spring
 To have nothing has never been such bliss
 Is it rain or tears?
 Savage climate or brooding fears
 A labyrinth of years
 This darkness is mine through the eye of every storm
 The slowing of heartbeats
 Ambition's flame continually burns
 Leaves me to wonder when the limelight is mine to enter
 To leave this place and soar beyond the vast terrains
 But a recurring dream, never quite in reach
 The nighttime world, its damaged poetry
 Its soothing tones, its healing silence