Poem – “Mimicking the Gleam in your Eyes” – Romanticism – 1/6/2021

Feast
Upon wandering notes,
Taking elsewhere walks
About gardens
Dense,
Wrapped in a veil of vines,
Facing the blankness of a great evening
Where teeming sadness runs,
Motions a great sprint
To the places where arms collapse.

Feast
Upon the grief I keep,
Noting my eyes upon the sunlight
As meaningless.
Blood churns in my heart
Without solace.
To the reverberations without silence,
For not a moment
Will clocks come undone of hands,
Held together, in the dance of time.

Pull yourself
Up from coffins too heavy
With more soil than the form

Once held in rivers for the cleansing
Of voids.

You bleed
Rust, into the earth,
Marking your withering step
As even traces embedded
In the grain.