Poetic License: ‘Blue Eye, Staring Out At Me’
Blue Eye, staring out at me
Probing my thoughts and memory.
Whose blue eye could you be?
Blue Eye, blaring out to me
A Blues of unheard harmony,
Calling in silent symphony
The inner eye we cannot see.
Blue Eye, flaring out at me,
Full of fire and jealousy,
What sight too bright for me to see
Is fused within your mystery?
Blue Eye, glaring out at me,
Goddess of vision and prophecy,
What daring truth can wake and free
The blue adventure of your sea?
Blue Eye, staring out at me,
Haunting my thoughts and memory.
Whose blue eye could you be?