Stormy Eyes II

do the storms in your eyes
wreck havoc like nature
whose fury splinters
those who venture 
against the rocks of life?

is disaster imminent 
in those swirling, muddy pools
or can one rise on the flecks
of green and gold, hope
dotting the surface?

what will dry the rainy tears
that constipate your chin uncried,
capture the demons battering
the shores of your mind;
let you release
what you hide
in those stormy eyes?

what will calm
your raging seas,
what hand may reach
into your depths
and bring forth
the brilliant light 
of your smile again?