Cyclone

It was only a brief moment; drowning in the delight of your eyes
wit masking the subtle undertone of something more
a sadness as sharp as expression; reflection in a sense of disquietude
what is it that troubles such a savvy mind
 
what rests in the gale of your ethereal existence
why am I so intrigued by it all; by you
fascination for more than just the storm
the cyclone of what creates you urges me to explore
 
will it lay waste to a future built by illusion; a place that was never true
constructed out of fantasy; from only just that brief moment
the whirlwind has engulfed me
as it has you