Ergo, Romance Yearns After Utopia

"As Patricia Parrinder reminds us, romance is the yearning after the unattainable; utopia is the unattainable."

I'm caught. There was a sun, two months ago,
That set so fast outside my window

I thought my racing, jostled heart would fail,
And I begged out of this portable jail

That goes, on my passport, by my full name
But is, after all, all part of the game.

Why wouldn't souls yearn after something pure
And luscious that promises to endure?

Names are souls, aren't they? Why can't names want things?
Every name's a kenning for diamond rings

Or for another slow-changing brilliance.
That sun returned in mortal resilience.