Strangers In Visions

Strangers in visions of wilderness
Held captive in a lover's eyes
Who stole in the whisper of promises
The key to the other one's mind?

On treks in another kinds notion
Subservient and lacking in wile
The soldiers move forward in motions
Betraying a lyrical style

In pastures the flowers are grazing
An ever-field locked into time
In memory of what they are tasting
The stars in the night shall align

For beauty is what we are grasping
Released in an ethereal smile
We hear not the pitch that is sharpening
The edges we needed to file

A journey, on such, you are taken
Of values and fears left behind
Who stole in the whisper of promises
The key to the other one's mind?