Your presence In my loneliest of hearts, Is the greatest absence In this darkest of shelters. You once held winds In arms, Loosening birds From your mouth, Letting freedom be your call. I stayed the ocean for you, For your waves to reach me. I gave to Heaven its befitting fire, Letting sighs be what fans the inferno. This house Without a rose, Loses its divinity Beneath the cross for the Devil, For I wilt it to rust, Measure it By grains of dust. Lakes or oceans As coldest fears against hallways Now coated in ash, Now deprived Of the splash Of your missing blood, Of your missing flood. Streams are not here, Except for my sorrowful tears.