Inside Your Eyes Poem by Ema Scott

Travelling through a maze of caves
Unrully like a sea of waves
Never letting up, no time to breath
Your standing there, waiting for me

Orange rays come off you in waves
Your mind straight forward, yet resembiling caves
Running and turning, twisting and yearning
Spirit set alight, bright and burning

You take my hand in yours
And lead me through an apearing door
Where the cave stops and the maze mends
Where noghting matters, everything ends

Bright sun that shines upon your face
Look of contempment firmly in place
No malice or harshness resides within
Start as you mean, end as you begin.