Falling Idealism Poem by Luce Darwin

As the after glow fades
by a miracle my vision is regained;
My ideals collapse
Then are loosely put back together again
By the moon's gravitational pull
His titanium figure melts
In the fires that were created
Under the immense heat of my rage;
Once some unbreakable ideal
Is just another puddle in the rain
Draining into the bay;
To be forgotten in the sea.
Poets are now my lovers
Nothing could be more gentle
As when they kiss me;
While reading me to sleep
As blood pours from the celing cracks
and daisies; almost suddenly
Spring from between tiles on the floor
The stars multiply threefold
and gravity becomes lighter;
Holding us like feathers
While angels fill the room
And stare with wonder;
At just a few rich words
and an impossible love;
Creating a new reality
by dead, and barely breathing neurotics