Eyes that storm through vicious seas
look brighter than lilacs or lilies,
and perhaps they smell just as sweet –

one nectar branch, it has its wood
carved by man or animal or weather

still like a stem the corneas stand
in their emeraldness, tornadoes cut a
trail from open arms to that branch –
see its width and drop tearlets inside,
the descent is what turns you bright

as stars petrifying the sky, lilacs and
lilies bloom in the heart of an eye.