Modern Romanticism

Correct a guess,
connecting ourselves
to be nothing less
than how we’ve opened
our eyes, our arms
to see northern lights
staining our flesh.

Beautiful, it was once
only a teeming fable
left to our knowledge,
our minds to grow.

Now what we know,
will be our faith
staying forever true,
as we are united.

Humble shower,
birthing these stones
to label every hour
we ever expressed regret
at anything we had left
to forever ignore.

There is now
just a fallen tyrant,
just a sequence of doubts
that came to a stop.

There is us
wielding a torch
to light our faces,
magnetizing us,
fossilizing our futures
that won’t fade away
from further life.