Tempest

The walls are leaking
The sky is seeping
Lying up-side-down in my bed
But I’m not sleeping.

Unsure of what I see
How conscious can I bee?
If the eye of the storm
Is staring straight back at me.

Lightning cracks in sync
With each illuminating blink
The night sky allures me
With a suggestive wink.

Slowly I see the eye fade into grey
Keeping my curious mind at bay
Awake until the break of day
Waiting for the tempest to come back and play.