Modern Romanticism

Surfaced, reaching for
those stars, high above me.
Living for one more tide
to keep me adrift,
to bring these hands
to rediscover, to sift
in the remains
of a prior world.

There, she sings
with enough to enrapture,
when I am enveloped in fog
inside this desolate mind.

Here, she brings
what I have been unable
to hold, when I have been
too cold to breathe.

Bewilder me
in how you rebuild me.
I've walked, far from
a frozen depiction,
where footsteps
retreat into shadows,
where thoughts
are covered with snow.

Please love what
requires a kiss,
under tranquil salience.

A soft whisper
for a longing heart
will begin to restart
what has fallen apart.