Poem – “Your Tears to be Dried” – Romanticism – 1/7/2021

Red with the paint,
Death upon a canvas
Mocking the life to which

We hold, with finality
To every sworn vow.

Can we escape,
Can we run
While holding the other
In manacled arms?

Kisses sweet, as the rain,
Not as the stains
Running from your lonesome gaze,
Tired with the feebleness
You attract to every step
Death will take.

Hold your ghost,
Not your light,
To make of shelter what never rains
The bitterness
Through the holes in your heart.

Face the spot
We did kiss,
And mark the journey
You did miss.