Modern Romanticism

Let your world
kneel to the sign
you’ve just caught
with one eye.

Be your boldest
for this one time,
leading the sun,
starving the moon.

The night
is your correction,
your field
to win your battle.

Your light
beholds your divinity,
for the one way
to find serenity.

Upkeep your construction
once your eruption
recedes to unending,
visible growth.

You’ve demanded
too much, while being
behind on potential.

You’ve stayed afraid
of your chance becoming
your last dance.