Modern Romanticism

I've built a raft,
waiting for the stars
to come out from
a universe that breathes
emptiness over this
nameless ocean.

I've been watching
the letters become one
intoxicating promise,
while I've searched
for resolve,
under the doubt.

What is there to carry
when it will sink beneath
a cradle, of arms
that are never weightless?

I'll be journeying
for endless eons,
striving to pave
mere ripples, a path,
leading towards
a vacant lighthouse.

Each star, one space
yet to reveal its place,
while I am wearing
circles under my eyes,
never having dreamed
of life to be seen.

I'll count the seconds,
one after the other,
while binding together
sighs that extend the current,
drifting from one
darkness to the next.