Modern Romanticism

Waves crash down,
through your violet,
flooding humanity.

It radiates the world over
in the severity
of your shudders,
after I’ve dug deep
until it does more
than simply seep.

You’ll describe it,
whether under water,
or enveloped in fire.

You’ll provide
the truths you’re unable
to forever hide.

Your letters go beyond
the letters in an alphabet,
while your spoken,
unmistakable dialogue
transfers listeners in
to never scream,
to not whisper.

I’ve torn your skin,
to make you revisit
the darkness that we
come to cherish,
the mire that you
come to bathe in.

There’s a bleak eternity
that must reshape itself
to be the lasting light.

There’s an exotic field
needing seeds to mature
into an inspiration.