“His Eyes” by Alexis Harris, Rendered from Ray Bradbury’s Fahrenheit 451

Eyes so dark they appear shining and alive,

Hypnotized like phoenix,

Awe shaking and emptying,

Wandering the silver pavement where there’s the faintest breath.

Bright as snow in the moonlight and seeking.

Sunrise of silence suspended like shining drops of

Bright water that appear dark in their fine detail.

Bits of violet amber that capture the fragile milk crystal.

Soft and constant light gently flattering the power

Of the illumination in which vast dimensions are transformed.