Among the waves,
Tears collect, to recede
From the glass,
From the mirror’s boundary
Frosted by breath,
Frozen through
In the silence of death.
Among all
Countless beats of a heart,
Veins will shatter
Along with
Each moment to matter.
While eyes hide
Behind the tear-stained hands,
While one wilted form
Cannot stand
Upon a barren shore.
Unable to see,
Unable to breathe
A second more,
While the afterlife
Closes upon me.
Naked in the winter,
Clothed in the summer,
Smiles are the panic
As truth is the fallen leaf.
Modern Romanticism 