I wanted salience,
from your outheld radiance.
Leaves grow in your stretches,
falling to blanket me.
Less to see can be
all I want, in this moment,
fatal within eternity.
Your used up chances,
with change upon
your scattering dances.
I’ll sift through bleached waters
to find you in reflected clouds.
I’ll hold hope in a cup,
hearing spring coming up.
Your autumnal halo,
crowned upon your decay.
Your eyes that twist onto
sceneries that never stay
in their one way.
Can love again to begin,
as a watered-down seed?
Crowds herd what we cannot control
in vapors of vacant promises,
rippling in what they
always demonize.
I am burning what I know
will fade into doomsday.
I am cleaning these spaces
cluttered with shadows.
Modern Romanticism 