Great roving eye
of rain in the sky
in the soul of one
that can still feel

gather all wonderment
to play with hope with faith

Mischievous swirl
lingering like a tornado
yet still - full
of tranquility - still full
of calm yet calming yet still

I see death in your cunt-
eye scowl and beg
for tenderness -

"The cunning linguist
can sparingly sing"

rings the howling
of a madman
too long without
the light

yet it's raining but raining
and dry and yet still
still but moving but
maybe it's just me
that sees this ominous
foreboding eye

winking with claps
of thundering
darting glances
like the lightning
filling the sky

The great roving eye
calming yet still calming still