anniversary poetry

for these white arms about my neck
by the shore, by the sea
i stood
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
there were three in the meadow by the brook
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
into the silent land
here lies a most beautiful lady
a few more windy days
rocked in the cradle of the deep
stern cold man
very well, you liberals
i make my shroud, but no one knows