Modern Romanticism

Undercover, in this
flicker of pale flushes,
where waters leak
from outspread limbs.
In here, I can
keep running fingers
through ripples
in immaculate sheets,
through tresses
in warm weather.

We are living in what
we have crystallized,
building together
tall towers, to see
all that will be better
for our company.

Love has crossed us,
dreams have blessed us,
while a wilderness
with all its sweet scents
is surrounding us.

Overhead, a droplet
of morning dew
comes down
like an evening shower,
sinking us down,
once more,
forgetting pain
on limitless grains.

Diamond sand,
happiness carved out
in a wish, spoken under
reflections in a sky
where bright sparks
are kept permanent,
with clay hands.