Modern Romanticism

A path for the lost
can remain as one’s
sole dedication,
can limit redemption,
while twists are kept
to the winds
that lead them.

To search for a cure
to a solace, embedded
in sheer darkness,
one must dig up
their darkened heart
to bring it to an ocean
for the long swim.

Though, to not sink,
that same heart
must sing with its rhythm
that keeps life alive.

It must embrace
the surge, the current
allowing another embrace
of what’s current
in the moment.

Drive not the nails
that drive in history
in one’s palms.

Dig in the nails
from one’s fingers
to pull in the future.