Take life, wake life.
Bleed hope as the river
For you to drown into something new.
Come up,
Wake up
With ever beautiful music to your voice.
Leave tears in your footsteps,
With light in your roots.
Tell the ghosts to cripple themselves,
Speak to the lakes
Your defeat of a shadow.
Tell the new snow to raise blossoms,
Give the clouds back their rain.
Will winter remember?
Remember nothing
To its absent sound in the fog
Where your mind hurried a dream.
Let the shores explore themselves
To your endless curiosity.
Weep only when something occurred,
Never when anything falls.
Modern Romanticism 