Your eyes are a tornado
The thoughts behind them
Swirl and blow
When I look into them
The twister rides
And picks up all that it hits
Carrying it into its turns
To live in the irises
As a shade of experience
And of interest
What light goes through
That tornado's gusts
Serves as power
Apparent to all those who look
Into the shifting pupils
But too near
To this cyclone
And it will grab you
To keep forever in its grasp
