For all the moments
The sun dropped to its knees,
Grafting between
The space that grows us
Apart, in our pleas.
For all the moments
Morning did stare you down,
Weeping in the sunlight,
Fading within moonlight
Before weathered curtains.
For each time you concealed
Your heart, to be healed
From unspoken vows,
The silence
Never gave.
For each time you revealed
Your eyes to Neptune’s rush,
Its flood against
Your form, in the seams
In each time you gleamed,
while grief holds on
With a lonely
And bitter wave,
Wild in what was never saved,
Though loving
To each shattered reflection
In the ocean.
Modern Romanticism 