Looking Into the Eyes of Amelia

Asleep at two with curling wisps around your precious face Brow furrowed in concentration of your dream playing out within Then the lashes part revealing eyes A startling tourmaline blue Eyes that look into a horizon masked in thinning fog What do you see little seafarer through eyes that change with the light Inner illuminated with a fire burning ever so bright Come home,come home,come home to me The source of ignition calls remember me As I have never forgotten you