The Tears That Water Roses

Ashen eyes fill with liquid lead
Slip
Slip
Slip
Down the evening tide of sorrow
And I cannot sleep
Or dream
Or even wake
Suspended in a moment of time
Endlessly hung upon the empty stars
Hollow vessels
Holding broken dreams within their grasps
Slip
Slip
Slip
Leaking onto midnight fountains
Silent happiness
Nestled in their moon wet arms
The stinging water
Carefully
Watering the roses