Poem – “A Blissful Mourn” – Romanticism – 5/11/2021

However we are,
Weeping beneath stars?
Holding how fragile
Our tongues have crossed
On the kiss
Everyone missed.

How the climb
To leave, what is kept behind,
Made us more apart
Than ever the seeds kept spreading
For the lucid sake
Of dreamlike discovery.

We’ll lift,
Same as we’ll drift
With oceans torn apart,
For the lands to contain belittlement
For the triumph
Of nothing saved, for the glance.

We’ll walk,
For nothing to the talk
Of waters that kept running.

Wandering for grief
Within the lens of bliss,
Same as one would imagine
Places most roamed,
Inside the hollowest kiss.