glistening, wet jewels
well in the camber of hazel eyes
like droplets
brimming on the tip
of a dewy green-brown leaf
resting but a moment
holding tight a promise
yet threatening to tumble
as the maelstrom
erupts
in eerie quietness
mutely twisting
whirling
spiraling downwards
then
without a whisper
and in the hush of aloneness
a shining bubble
spills
and bursts