Modern Romanticism

Sleep

Is only ever pleasant

In my eyes, closed when the daylight shines.

I do not wish to see

Smiles that pass through the roads,

For I am faded.

I am the mind that has battled the heart,

The fear that has battled fate,

I have locked the expression that cannot be

Expressed, beneath the moon that will not leave.

My tears do not flow.

They merely sit

On the edge of eyelids, closed.

Like cliffs that halted the waterfall

From making the lake,

Or the greater stream.

I think to myself

How my time could be spent

In the arms of the one I won.

She sails

Freely from me,

Out in some chaotic space

Where love is blocked by the open air.