When there is water in my eyes

When there is water in my eyes,
And vacant breaths smell of good byes;
Then everything does seem so blurred,
Like sight was but a debt incurred.

The sun that once had stood aloof,
O'er my distressed yet buoyant roof;
Now sank beneath the distant ale,
And left my house alone in gale.

The sun was you and when you left,
Pilfered my heart in willful theft;
My eyes then blurred saw the bright moon
As faded as a cloudy noon!

And through such watery eyes I see,
A winter cold, approaching me;
Galloping it has come too near,
And I, unwarned by times or seers.

Alone confront it sans my strength,
With weakened limbs, so tired and faint;
I fear the water in my eyes,
Shall drown my soul until it dies.

But I still hope, you shall return,
Shall shine again, my o'erhead sun;

And in this hope lies all my life,
To help steer me away from strife.

When there is water in my eyes,
And grief of partying in my sighs!
The clear things just seem too few,
And one of them's my love for you.