"Everything" poem

... And it came to pass when I had made an end to hope for they said the sky was falling, the moon was dark and the light exiled. ... And my heart has been secretly triggered, for it feels like your mouth kissed my hand ... And I hope for the mountains to bring you peace without iniquities. Whom have I in home but you, whom have I in Earth but you. Would you keep this silence before me, before it dies touch my hand, before it dies, breathe my breath. I am all vanity. My works are nothing, my images are of infidelity. Yet you seek me daily, and delight to know my ways that would prophecy lies unto you. ... And as time went near, you were their faces, and your wings stretched upward like burning coals of fire lighted by stars carried by the clouds. Whom have I in heart but you, whom have I in sight but you. A day of the siren, regarding love, the day is a day of redemption for I consider it a day of wasteness and gloominess, a day of clouds and thick darkness ... And it came to pass that the angel was afraid of an oath blessed by the unknown. ... And I will make your city waste with this touch, and cut down your purity with this kiss and bring your sincerity unto desolation. Yet you still assist. Whom have I in heaven but you, whom have I in hell but you ...