Eyes

Two beds of onyx,
inscribed with beaten bronze flames radiating out of that perfect,
deep, black circle.
Moss, cool green against that heated metal,
grows in from the rims of those domed rocks.
Cool and wet white sand surrounds the stones,
in contrast to them, yet feeding their deep wells of thoughtfulness.

Light clouds throw playful shadows across their mindful surfaces,
intelligence reflects as lightning flashes while storms come and go.
While the smooth surfaces reflect the surrounding sky and all its glory,
the depths are so calm,
their elements so refined,
nothing in this world or the next could shake them save their Maker.

And then she blinks,
I'm drawn back to the present.
I look away, self aware again.