thank you poem

it was the autumn of the year
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
i stood by the open casement
tripping up, falling down
i saw the clouds among the hills
on and on
the body may confine
this is the ship of pearl
she was a beauty in the days
simply speaking
those black eyes i once so praised
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
a storm is riding on the tide