For the crystal rush
You bend through, on the absent hush
Where love seems to die
In a weeping flurry
Upon the scent of what decayed,
During Autumn’s touch.
You fed the mile with a burn –
A terrible sequence, a harrowed turn
To distort the petals with your churn,
While veins are wrapped –
About your form, upon the scraps.
You will find the ocean
Closer in comfort, than the land.
Where eyes wander their univere
Upon your form, union in bliss –
Where teardrops are to every star,
As sands raise the war,
Stealing kisses in each faltering season
To arrive upon the reason
That your arms can guide –
The moon back to its origin
In design, while faces align under moonlight.
I can hear your kiss humming on
With fervor to the tragedy
Endeavored throughout empathy.
Modern Romanticism 