The Fields of Your Eyes I lose my way in your Eyes Or is it there I find the way I lost. It doesn't take long, just a moment, for me to see The first glance you gave, I was lost in a fall Or is it spring with fields gold and green So like home, the fields on the farm But not just that, back there memory, the color brings to mind. Home like love, home as in where I long to be Held in the field of your vision Sustained by the love that you shine Golden green, keep me there In a field of your stare Never break away. Brian Miller