Poem – “How Quickly we Died” – Romanticism – 11/24/2020

Two shadows,
Facing forward
Now leave a black stain
In the white sand
Upon this crippled shore.

No movement,
No leaves descend
From the cloudless Heavens.
God has lifted an angel,
Has descended a beast.

Our deaths
Have blotted the grains,
As tears come forth
To birth an ocean,
Solid of ebony.

Her face,
Once held in my hands,
Has now been encrusted
With gems of greatest sheen
Of eyes, loving and keen,

Sunken in the shore’s depravity
As death’s shaded gravity.