Send soldiers to her.
Pull her
from tragic ruins.
Leave the sparks.
Water and laughter
runs the same breath
from her shattered lungs.
Wake me
upon the smile
I recognize.
Hand in hand, –
a dance to create the colors.
Fire, with desire
Holds her, at the tower,
threatens closure.
Send those knights.
Keep her life
from taking the brisk walk
overboard.
Modern Romanticism 