Read Poem: Eye of the Storm, by Amelia Michelle Nicol

Welling clouds part
to grey, fallen atmosphere
Pouring longing, waiting
for your eyes to brim
Or brighten, waiting
to see them again

Fierce grips of wind, word
threatening the blue escapes
at the horizons
Moving ambiguous grey masses
to place

You pour over me
this sky I can’t escape
creating this pressure

Gaps of movement
Memories
Of you makin’ eyes at me

Breaking the storm to center
To calmness that don’t belong
Blue where there should be dark

Unbearable serenity
Pauses, breaking apart
ferocious wind, hail

Storming would be better
than this longing, waiting
blue eyed sky ache