With each beat of a hollow heart, Each ache pressed against my chest, There is still the warmth of you, To my vague recollection. Your beauty matches symmetry, Easily shattered. Your eyes, the suns for my blindness, Your form, the pain I absolve So swiftly under the burning oaks With their falling boughs. I want to simply part The ocean from you, My tears from you, My beneath from your overhead. You are the solace that I endure, The plummeting scorn that has obscured Me, in the desert's heat. What are you To me, Besides the pain that is drunken from, Like I am the infant Upon the mother's breast? The glinted sapphires, of your eyes, Claim the green of the forests. Your skies Rain upon me, Clash against me, In everything I wish to grow From me, In the dead of me.