Journey

On the back of an eagle I fly the distance.
On the saddle of a horse I ride along.
Not often I lose my trail.
No path I take is wrong.
But I wonder why I make this journey
with the roots of just a look.
Your eyes may blink and your eyes may shine
your eyes may be connected to mine.
So under a starry sky I make the travel
with cold moonlight on my skin.
What was once my destination
Is not an end but a begin.

Quote

"Our greatest moments are not those wich are behind us, constantly rewinding in our minds, they are the onces still ahead of us, the onces yet to come and take us by suprise."