Your eyes

I look into your eyes
I dive, deeply
I can travel here
I know these paths
I recognise them

I follow the road deeper
into you
where the forest is bushy and leaves tickle with dew
I can breath this air, I can smell these paths,
this moss on the ground is my home

I have been here
somwhere
in my soul lies a memory of these hills
I know you - I know you
And yet I don't
you are new and old to me

I can travel in your eyes
I can get lost there in this forest, these woods
Hopelessly, pleasurably, wonderfully lost