lost love poem

last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
with her hair flaying wildly
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
just now
in all things not spoken of
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
green afternoon serene and bright
he's gone
lived by the river-side
the earth keeps some vibration going
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
i am dying
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes