Tattered flags hover the howling waves of the ocean’s tide, <br />In hopes that the deities will hear their prayers and travel by their side, <br />The storm rages from dusk to dawn and the ferocious winds sound with the loudest of cries, <br /> <br />The ships sway in it’s see-saw like motion as it proceeds further into the eye, <br />From what seems to calm is only a deception before humanity sees the surprise, <br /> <br />The retina of the storm surface and processes the image of human kind proceeding forward, <br />The image seen as a threat rages winds traveling northward, <br />Their cries muzzled in the howling wind forever remain…unheard….<br /><br />Kurt Kacich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eye-of-the-sea/
