haiku poem

arched the flood
there is a country full of wine
for these white arms about my neck
the darkness
a flying word from here and there
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
lived by the river-side
the air is full of dawn and spring
a mile behind
not from the whole wide world
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
with the sunset
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow