Her mind Resides In the green, upon my eyes. Her fields Flower With the dew, upon each leaf Crossing plains, Hovering upon mountain slopes, To drag back down The wilderness in the empty sounds. Her blood Is my course, My journey through my own veins. For my sails are tattered, Washed By the storm's endurance. Love reaches a broken shore To hold hands with safety. Yet, When blood is to layers, As layers are too swift, I will crash. I drink What cannot quench me, What does Leave me thirsty.