sad love poem

i know what you're going to say
in an old chamber softly lit
from our hidden places
beside a stricken field
softly now the light of day
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
give me
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
beneath the warrior's helm
did you ever hear of
very well, you liberals
i heard the wind all day
like eagles on up high