Walk with me, I implore you, Through busy sunrises Where eyes meet Like when the moon eclipses the sun. Your face upon mine, Lips nestled and entwined. Your white against my blaze, As I see through the fog and haze. I lifted myself From shallow smog In a city's atmosphere of heat. I wanted you, When all I could do was sleep Through the night. I never saw you, As my heat only ever rested beneath the Earth, Beneath the sheets. Of soil at my feet, Of every deserving treat I wanted about you, in my sleep. I am the sun, while you are the moon, I am the lighthouse, that holds no true spark To guide the infinite into existence. Wherever a home is, Love has a way To see the day.