To Live Beyond The Sunrise!

Better you just dry those sopping-wet big eyes What's the point in both of us weeping? Surely you can't now coquettishly disguise The ways, in which I'm cut, the way I am bleeding Hide as you always have: Count daily the magpies? Better you just dry those dual-copiloting empty eyes Harden even more that propelled wooden heart. For all its yearly ringed ambiguous lies They're no-more then death-nails sweetheart. They're no-more than drawn-out salty goodbyes. Better you just dry those sea-green tigress eyes Look to where this new dawn for me will surly-rise Look there! Where hurt erupts but now subsides Old-flame you can no-longer hope to hypnotize. For within your tears little else than nothing belies. Better I then just dry my own two jaded eyes. Hide not as you would: Count not as you have. Daily on this mystical earth the magpies? But with one lover eternally anoint and salve Embalm my soul to live beyond the sunrise.