Is there
Some sentiment I have left,
While this heart keeps beating
Without breathing lungs?
While this life move on,
Is there a cliff I must find
To sing praises to you,
Beyond the need to find the wind
That will lift me?
While this chest rises to fall,
Same with the sun,
I can step closer to your side
Even within dividing currents,
Even among the mist
That blinds this wearied gaze.
I can crawl closer
As one infant,
To the arms, towards the harms
That your world wraps me in.
I can burn
To burn out.
I can leap
From cliff, to find you
Even in the blood-pools.
To see your eyes
Closing along with the moon,
Though not with completeness,
Not with the surety
That you will become a total blackout.
I can believe
Even in this rage, this grief
That the sun will rise,
The moon will be full
With the splendor of your captivating
Life to see,
Among endless stars.
Modern Romanticism 