Modern Romanticism

You followed me,
to understand how
a light ever comes into
liquid existence,

one that leaked
through a ceiling
of illuminated black.

You shifted,
become motion
among winds, stinging
your eyes with tears,
but you were
joyous to see
a different shape,

letting yourself make
belief out of disbelief.

You lost your grounding
for a minute, to kneel,

while darkness lost its spot
in the moment, when
hearts were sealed.

I would have lost you
like a disappearing phantom,
when I wrapped you,
as you were reconnected to the dark,
for a second more,

but I refused you the place
to see yourself drifting in space.

I lifted you, upon light
to set a crown, a halo
upon your brow.