peace in the neon

a weightless space

 

your eyes are

the silent, dizzy conversation

between trust and doubt

                          between land and sky

beset upon sun-dried,

fraying wicker;

a mirror in a field

of hay.

 

your irises

flakes of flint

striking

my steely, shielding

resolve

over every earthly

                assumption;

all certainty

set to flame.