Hips of Earth

These boots are broken 
New notes are set to rhyme
Unglued by how well the thyme-
Has the moon shone 
In the bottom of the boat?
Only to glow from it's burning sun
And to thrust the hips of earth on the barren sun

And so I walk on bleak and lifeless lands
And lift my broken arms 
To the dessert of my soul

What I've nurtured from my citrus tree
My friend here has ripped it's leaves
And left the instincts of the barren Mothers crying
Without pain "I can not live" 
Without You I will just die- 
So I won't survive this thirsty earth- 
I will live in some other earth instead!
With out you.