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
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