I see her eyes
they are curious
raw
and enormously round
like the heart of an water lily

the petals never close
they risk desolation
destruction by the tempest’s wrath
they have felt the frigid hail before
how they know its bitter sting
but they despise ignorance
for what is surviving safety
if beyond lays living hell?

if one flower blooms
the maelstrom becomes worth fighting
so they gladly withstand hurricanes
giving those thrown into this gale
a remedy
to bring the dying back to life

I see her eyes
they are dark
enigmatic
of burnt umber
like the ashes of the phoenix star

the dust of the dead
compressing and contorting
their carnage reaches distant worlds
as a glimmer amid the twilight
to them, this is worth the pain

I can see them rupture, crack, and fade
they burn
they rise from peace
to welcome the chaos of ignition

In looking at her
my surroundings blur to grey
the grey of colors so confused they mix to absolute equilibrium
and so I see only her eyes
but that is all I need
to perceive her