Your eyes Clad in red, Clad in the anger of my moments I was so doubtful To my destination. My direction Has always been to your arms. My breath Has always been to your lips. My heart Beats in rhythm to your own. You are in my eyes, My blood flows with your veins, The guidance of rivers To many miles We leave death to the shoreline. My heart aches To have you. My hands tremble To hold your own. I want everything of you In the deep miles of our walking.