Poem – “We still Dance” – Romanticism – 3/9/2021

Burning
Of ourselves
In the same crimson veins,
As waters leak
From the frozen nest in our eyes,
To what we see,
For all we disguise.

Fading
Among afterlife,
Losing
Soil in the trenches
Where our bodies flow
Down the slope of a hill.

Our arms still locked,
With hearts still blocked
To see the sun
Raining against our burning
And cold selves.
Our movement is a descension.

We will maneuver
On isolated slopes,
Folding faces backwards
To see the sun disguised in warmth,
As hearts ignore,
As hours implore
To greet the next second, in pain.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s