Poem – “Not to Cry this much” – Romanticism – 1/8/2021

Your weary hour,
Or come to fill
This heart with the yearning
That journeys again to your arms,
Filling Neptune
With fields of living Heaven,
Swollen of light,
Counterfeit of the dark.

I knew
To God, whose tears were diamonds,
That your fall would not
Pull you free
From safezones, the solace
Within the whimpering silence,
As you dream of discovering contemplation
In the endeavors of designation.

As blood wipes you free,
You paint the world dry
By the face, unable to leave
The trees, the colors
So aware.

Entice yourself
To relieve
What can depart
From an uncovered heart
In the stirring intent.