Sonnet Perusing Romanticism

Throughout the foliage compassion lies

A wind of life whose grasp does carry me

Above the sea is heard tremendous cries

From these thick walls an urge I have to flee

These streets are sullen, gloomy and morose

This heart of mine is fluttered, filled with dreams

I seek some purity, no grandiose

Dew from an early morning strongly gleams

I feel as though the sunset offers more

Besides a signal ceasing light of day

A passion colored within my deep core

A spark of truth, telling me what to say

One’s eye in beauty gives them a will to be

One’s will to speak gives them a will to see