Poem – “Here, we Hold” – Romanticism – 2/14/2021

Makeshift smile
To keep the moon from changing
Its slow fade
To a time without rain.
Our warmth, to a stir
Of lost hours
Bled in the dark.

Erupting sunrise
Of a morning where a face
Shares tears of remembrance,

Showers cold
In the summertime.

Scattered heartbeats,
Clashes of ebony
In the haze of fertile white,
Atop destitute kindness.

Remembering wine,
Of red puddles at the bottom
Of an hourglass.

A figure that leaves the light
To be born

In the next image,
Through tears, in the smoke.

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