Poem – “Did the Quake Stop your Heart?” – Romanticism – 1/7/2021

There is a way to love,
A face to steal

From dying moments
Undressed in the sunrise.

Count your stops,
Hold your pleasures close,
The raindrops are stinging
Your precious cheeks.

There is a way
To be certain
For moments, uncountable
As dust,
As those moments
Both yearn and crawl
For the same state,
Our bleeding salvation.

I place
A guard to your heart,
Holding us, against the world
With its woes,
Among all its throes
Of winter where tulips dry,
Decay and die.

Am I the hope you seek?