Modern Romanticism

Recreate this stream,
brought forth, from a
reflective puddle,
a strained ocean.

Relive a lost dream,
while believing in its ruin,
all over again, in this
reused afterlife,
upon memorized agony.

Remake an abandonment,
blossoming what one
will trust to go down,
to fall back to that gate,
where sceneries are
just cold blankets.

Disguise the serenity
with faded remedies.
Wilt what has always
grown to be deprived.
Resurrect it, with torches
grasped at the ready.

Life drowns in the mind
unwilling to let go,
unwilling to hand itself
a stamp to seal
the outcome, to the fate
of what must be
lost to eternity.