A story unfolds in her eyes,
the little runaway recites,
depth in an iris of secrets,
halcyon days and sapphire nights.
Release the words dearest youngling,
bleed the emotions you regale,
let the narrative entice time,
weep the history of your tale.
She blinks and the page slowly turns,
another chapter taking shape.
The story unfolds in her eyes
and lids close as she seeks escape.