As I stand here, Watching how the oceans form At the command of sadness, I am merely here to take a few shared breaths That my weeping beloved expelled, too. Little did I realize, That her sadness was mine, too. Little did I acknowledge That the Earth was hers, too, To bleed for. To hold sacred Our vows, in contemptible soil, As I thought such brown Earth to be, Leaves me, Ample in wonderment. She raises stones to fall against me, In them thrown. She raises arms to still the sea, Within the hurried storm. Love sends colors flying To the oaks and birches, along where shared torments Twist between. I am in them, seen to be The man who neglected the whole of her pain, Her hands that were stained In our own blood.