Poem – “Water these Roses” – Modern Romanticism – 12/16/2021

Wait in line,
rust was a hundred times the potency
to cripple our hearts on time.
Under Heaven's rain,
sending a sad signal
to a barren lighthouse - 

that remained, without.
Hands were shared, hearts were full,
round with the waters at all sides.
We kissed with ravens giving notice,
losing tomorrow.

Will the sun surrender,
when the ocean reenters?
Offer life to the waves, - 

blissful in what sadness saves.
Remember the tides, recall why - 

we ever made a sound.
When did love hand us the crown?

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