Poem – “Perfect Waters” – Romanticism – 2/9/2021

Cusp
The great rushing tide.
We can swim a great defeat
Down to where you were buried
In the flame.
Holding hands with a ghost,
As two eyes lay embedded in mind,
Purging souls into rain.

Love
Weakens the heart,
Strengthens the mind,
Releases the fog
To the longest road out from
Open doors.
I feel,
Though I cannot see.

Blood
Is the shared wires,
A connection of distant callbacks
Of voices, heavy
Through the running waters.

Empires
So sad and empty.
Your heaviness
Is mine, to overcome
In these arms, long as the horizon.

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