Modern Romanticism

Achieving our commonality
amidst this thickening,
burdening fog.

Healing our hearts,
even in the depravity
of a love gone wrong.

It’s something to taste
from what we did waste,
with fingers dipped
in the shed skin of our
gleaming hopes.

It is our purpose to embrace,
living beyond a magical,
fantastical world.

It is it our storm
to seek our shelter in,
with tears for our thirst.

We missed the exit,
but we make an entrance
back into a different
kind of infinity.

We hold hands
with our darkness,
inviting in the light
to smear the glow
of our eyes
together.