Modern Romanticism

Finding me,
amidst this falling rain,
where downpours
are mere showers
against a soiled soul.

I want to be reflected
in each puddle,
where reunions
are connected,
dissected correlations
between the fault
and the funnel.

I want to travel
through the spiral,
twisting up uncertainty
into a blue and green,
reshaped tapestry.

Find me
in places where I'll be
watering mountains
to grow higher.

Lose me,
like the diamond
that's last to fade,
in a dimming sky.

Evening has eons
left to its being.

I'll be left wondering
if the sun ever freezes.

Winter has canvases
to cover with deepened
footprints of iron.