love poem

in the dark and peace of my final bed
if the red slayer think he slays
for then without
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
tell me not
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
shades of night were falling fast
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel
perhaps it is no matter that you died
so lost
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead