It is a pathway
Upon another, to a gateway
For another, towards her arms.
A challenge with no alarm
With the tears that run
To wake a man to the sun.
Someone says to the final word
That the shadows are all broken
With the fade of her.
A longing to a passage, a scripture,
One fault, alone in the winter.
One chance, to live for the summer,
For its winds to breathe us together,
For stretching faces to sing –
What kisses on smiles can bring.
Love quells the last residue
Tears can bring of nothing new.
Upon the arctic melt,
Forms awake, for all is felt.
Her stare, sending me to daylight,
While winter lingers here
For a shadow longer,
With miles of her curves.
In the dust, we never swerve.
Modern Romanticism 