sad death poem

they threw a stone, you threw a stone
the ships are lying in the bay
see, from this counterfeit of him
this is the song of youth
she burst fierce wine
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
we lay
there by the window in the old house
what was it the engines said
there was a time in former years
be in me as the eternal moods
see, they return
we who stood
do the boys and girls still go