East

The life is amazing here , well the smell helps , it's supposed to rain in about an hour or so . I spent the last few hours listening to tongue twisters and getting stoned .  A pair of eyes from the east caught my attention. Black velvet and a slow sheer white , ballerina flats ,she torched my soul bone and through. 
I sip on a love brewed latte , as the lady in teal works the fingers away . Santa of the street gathers his gifts and wanders away under the black clouds billowing near . Sun light broke for a spell , she would be waiting under that bishop's tree . Mary Jane's stories of nothing and everything , how she knew how to hold my hands , kiss me tender , eyes gazing from my lap. Yeah , yet she will never know about those eyes in the east .