Modern Romanticism

Round your hips,
My arms enclose.
Across your lips,
My words unfold.
You have been lost for many miles
Of unspoken loneliness,
Dreaming of watching eagles
To gift your freedom.
You lose
To then gain
A symptom of unguarded pain.

Passion can alight
All of us
In our waking from an extended nightmare.
Fires can give movement to the moon.
Desires can cease
For something eternal.

Let us love
As the world fades into black.
Let us mark the floods with our land,
To give seeds upon those who still stand.

Life is a movement,
The racing dream,
With ourselves,
The racing heart.