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.