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