watery eyes

crowned with

laughter or frowns

eyes that either

float atop

amber waters

or with a

simple gaze

drown…

taken by constant

whirlwinds

with brief

interludes of peace

only the smooth

streams of

poured bourbon

can stunt

the roaring

belly of the

waking whirlwind

there’s a promising

shore close by

with dancing guides

with soothing words

for you and I

there’s a dividing line,

a farewell place

up ahead

for you and I…