Modern Romanticism

Come out of that crowd
to let your heart be near
this one that beats
for another one.

Come closer, come see
what’s been waiting
for a shape to form
out of nothingness.

There’s something
to be believing in,
someone else
to breathe with,
while we’re searching
through tall grass
for our home.

We’re here to settle,
to surrender beneath
the connecting clouds,
deserving of what
comes next.

These fields will burn,
it will our turn
to lift our warm smile
to a rising sun.

An ocean will move
far from our constructed
shelter of softness,
made from the flesh
we have united.