Poem – “Far Beyond the Pedestal” – Modern Romanticism – 1/13/2022

Her name
In safest regard.
Bewildered to me, that these tears
Drop to make the stones,
Sunken with all the bones
Ashen in color,
Washed out of salience.

Modest maker
Of all love, while she burns the pages
At the furthest lighthouse.

The rush to the lanes,
An hour of hardship
To land, for an eternity in her eyes.

Beyond the mere importance
To a singular beating heart.

Beyond the necessity of a moon
Taking us into starlight.

Our past comes close,
Wields all directions.
Bones become the soil,
Time becomes the toil.

Burns into the beyond.
Her turn to call out
The sentence, in the advance.

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