Dry eyes

Tears from dry eyes are cloudless storms,

The weather blue, the night and morn.

Bring me to utipia with a redish kiss,

From pretty girls with widen fists.

And love the life your given true,

For hope with follow through.

My heart is open, my soul is closed,

Like doors of after, and doors before,

Walk through both as life exits,

Of eternal lips locked in a kiss.

Theres a thousand beauties in the lake,

Reflect your heart they'll dauntly take,

And when the last stone is cast.

Their song they sing will be the last.

But listen softley if you love,

For hate will value nothing of,

And golden strands of stringed hair,

Will bring to me a deep despair.

I love the ocean, i love the earth,

I love the waiting ladies giving birth.

The children hence will grow beyond,

The centuries ever long.

And live a thousand years in peace,

As this immortal life shall never cease.

© Now

Rhyme