I lie on the stones
Dying
The eagles circle around in the cloudless sky
With stones in their claws
Ready to drop
On my soul
Crunching my senses with the final blow
I wait for death

A traveler passes by
And I request him
To stop me
From drying up
I have lost my love
My will to fight
The overhead circling death and harsh sun

And...
“how can he stop me from drying up"
In this harsh heat of hate and lost love
Even the cold earth is no longer cold
Baked up sand, and wilted love
Form the fabric of my deathbed

The stone leaves the claw
Rushing down to the heart
I raise myself a little more
Trying to meet half way
The Hell of pain
To liberating soul
And it missed
And in the mist of drummed up sadness
And of churned up dust
A voice reverberates
“Take the drop of water to the sea
To keep it from ever drying up"

The eternal
Is in sea of love
In the arms of lover
In the heat of love
Love survives
In the hearts of soul
Who belongs to one