Poem – “Cold upon a Naked Stone” – Modern Romanticism – 5/7/2022

Wither off, come off
with waters revealed at eyes,
while you dry up
lakes, absorbing glaciers,
among all of
Heaven’s rainfall.

Naked, while dancing
to sounds of grief
beckoning in a disused well,
fading in a comfortable Hell.

We kiss what cannot be
deserved, in this
great waterfall of life.

We miss our old lives,
wasted, in the numbness.
Aren’t you aching?

Aren’t you wanting
For union when reunion
offers no meaning?
We cover gentle eyes
with tears made of storms,
with forcefulness to their closing
of different, though damaged
memorable sentiments.

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