I was stumbling in a field. Firelight in my eyes, Burning bright red in the camera lens. It wasn't a trick of the light, the drugs or the beer; it was a glance of love. I was stumbling in a field. Red-eyed and smitten, Crossing minefields to you by choice. Perhaps that is the only way to walk the course of love.
"He was a glance from God." Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God