Caustic to the uncovered eye.
It tugs, dragging away the protective quilt,
A gossamer veil of skin.
Lashing at lenses with tongues of flame,
Harsh glares bite at pupils;
They cower in small spheres,
Irises are exposed and ablaze.
Darkness washes across the burning skies,
The air cools, a numbing breeze.
Silver, pure, shimmering on still pools –
Lights reawaken in the embers.
The ashes crumble and drift away,
Caught in reflections of a luminous sea,
Rippling through the air.
by Jenny Steiert
published on DeviantArt, June 2011