Modern Romanticism

To be seated
Stilled, on the porch
Where rain lashes your false cheeks,
Resenting a smile
While you breathe sighs to the summer breeze.

Your depression surrounds
The violet shores,
The bluest stares
Of those who cast in your direction
Sheer bewilderment.

Wonderment holds you
For a future that cannot snare you,
Cannot capture you
While you weep to the ocean's miles
Across in lost tears.

How long will you weep
Without parting the ocean
For your feet
To step
To be free, on a path?