Flying into your eye of Deepest blue. Does it hurt As I pass the cloudy white And enter into your iris? What sights I see below! Your gathered garb With pleated edge. Your ruffles and Your ribbons; The satin sheen Of your shoes With the water They've infused. I return Filled with visions Which I've seen And land upon a seam Within your heart. © G.Burns 30-May-2012