A Stone Eye Cannot See Love,

a stone eye cannot see love,
but an open heart can search for love
in all of the darkest corners of this dark world
and see the boys and girls holding hands
in the prairie lands
picking flowers
and baskets full of daises
oh how love-so sweet as this-
(it shall surpass in age
    -that love like this shall burn away
with a one stone eye,
a thousand are carved out of the earth)
and those children in the prairie lands
are lost in the lost lands
of imagination and surrealism.
Those little girls in the prairie lands
(once with open-warm-hearts- now heavy with sadness
       -and stone eyes set ready)
Those boys who picked daises near the river lane,
now in suits and ties,
smoking blue-eyed Death's last eternal cigarette
oh how such warm-open-hearts turn to stone
as love declines in a state of foolishness and greed
we see love no more as morality
but as a game to break lovers' hearts
and watch them cry
with our stone eyes.

.12.27.2013.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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December 28, 2013 at 12:58 AM
Chris These words are very heart wrenching and pull at the readers soul. The power in each line and verse tells a story of sorrow and sadness that puts tears in the readers eyes. Nice job Hugs
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