Modern Romanticism

We built this ship,
rowed with our hands,
arriving at the only place
to ever surrender.

Lights are from stars,
sand is infinite time,
while bliss is simply
from an oceanic breeze.

To keep carving
our states, our fates
in these rippling waters,
brings us over.

To complete
what we were always
trying to achieve
makes us receive.

Our love, in this
vacant space with all
our lingering shadows,
compels us to dance,
steers us into chance.

We want, while we
implore as we ignore
the consequences of
living as we are loving
our pain in our gain.