Stormy Eyes

I stare deeply into
those green green eyes of yours
I see palm trees, deep dark oceans
and thoughts
Your eyes alone consume my every movement

Soon
everything I see
Is from the center of your eye
but instead of swaying palms
I see storms

I look deeper, searching for clarity
But that only worsens my perspective
I cannot see clearly anymore.
My vision is blurred by
The cloudiness
Of your tears.