Let us
Raise the sun
To set alight
Running streams
From glowing eyes,
Leaving the moon
In our face.
Close,
All for the most
We have yearned for
Beyond the shore.
Oh, beauty
With everything we cling for,
Let us not bleed for more.
What love
In a heart that aches,
Not one that breaks
With these waves against
Smeared rocks.
What life
We treasure, with no measure
To grant, for the sake
Of all goodness
To keep.
We weep
For the wounds we’ve uncovered
Beneath sheets,
For all fires we do not deign
To smother.
Modern Romanticism 