Modern Romanticism

All-tranquil
to the stilled dust
upon a distilled heart
where tears were collected,
disguised as vapor.

I breathed you,
brought you
to a home we both
had found, in the blue.
I exhaled you
to the tears fallen as powder,
as ashes from a crystal sky
where I could see
my unspoken lie.

A word from a downpour,
one within a single tear
that fathomed its tragic fear.
To lose its hold
from the petal.
Broken apart
from the burning rose,
the naked sun.

I still love you,
in the dark.
I cradle your memory
in the bath where I poured
all tears and eternity.