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 than 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!