The Foreigners Poem by KarlRomeo PierreLouis

We have fought so long to become peddlers of dreams
remitters of past lives
long winded swimmers of the night sky
dramatic embracers of the gentle verse/

Only still we fall prey to the compromising
forgetting to romanticize our very breathe
under the fading Venetian sunset/

Impatient to meet forever in daydreams
without said written letters vowing nevermore
never again, never like so/

We have birthed only our immortality below these lines
pulling out from inside the very grace of our touch
leaving the colors around us paralyzed/

A once upon reason to believe that we will last
beyond the dates of celebration and land marks
perhaps we fought far too long between kisses/

perhaps we have become strangers to our own destiny...