Poem – “Stones upon the Surface” – Romanticism – 2/16/2021

Wide-open
Moons that bring cold

To the glowing mouths,
Parted for the gleaming night.
Waiting

For the face that stays
To see patience,
Eager in engulfing silence.

He holds a ring
At the same length
He holds a tooth,
For a bird upon wings,

As exchange for the sum.

Closed-in
Suns, with rest
Upon the glaciers.

Mounted rocks,
Gold that sways, in flame
,
Sequence of days,
Desertion of night,

Stilled life upon waiting hours.

She holds her cross,
Rosery to a neck

With no kisses
To make the mark,
Same as that upon her heart.

Merry walk-off
To faded moonlight

Where disease is the embrace,
As love grows the great monument.