Thin the glass
Around your reflected heart.
The moon brings wires
For your defeated connection
To the gleeful silence.
You war with these years,
Bleed amongst all shed tears,
Though with a kiss in our solitude,
All droplets become the ocean
For our bathing.
Love leaves for the parting
Of another sea,
Red with all frozen breath,
As water remains clear
For the reflected heart.
A moonbeam to the silence
Your eyes always gave,
While feathers become the softness
Beneath your tired head, in sleep.
From all these years
Where tragedy fell both crimson
To crystal reflection,
Both a bite and a glimpse
Can drown in resurrection.
Modern Romanticism 