Eye

The storm has passed, its rage has been abated;
The surge slid by and did not overwhelm.
The mighty beast's desire has been sated,
The craft responds to urging of the helm.
Where once was riot, now all is serene;
Where all was chaos, order is restored.
Where mud and grime, all has now been wiped clean,
Where turbulence, a calm and easy ford.
No fear now reigns where once it was supreme,
No anger lies inside the hearts that loathed.
No disappointment comes to those who dream,
No nakedness to those who now are clothed.
What's past is past, and in the future lies
A promise of eternal suimmer skies.