Visions

In your eyes are far away, distant knowledges.

Leaning toward my innermost self at last.

The movements made, have been fated to be.

Just when you think there's no direction home,

That's when you become like dust in the wind.

Looking foward to you shedding old skins,

To have a broken heart healed, so brave and true.

Can't lie to yourself about this mutual attraction.

No matter the trials or the tribulations,

I want you to know that you are my direction home.