Modern Romanticism

Driving rain,
reversing strain
where downpours
are all to continue this
highlighted form
going from full
into drained.

Love will not
keep these lights on,
without thinking of
the moon, when it
wishes for its turn.

Life will collide
its flames, with what
calls on itself to decide
where this tale
has room for revision.

I hope to be one
of those who were chosen
to come awake
for the daylight,
passing downstream.

You were one
who held open
a door, for a shadow
to represent how we
were always left behind
with our kind.

Is it the daylight
that we yearn for,
after our heart splits?

To the newest moon
that exposes its gleams,
I fight for what
must burn its state
for a desired fate.