teen poem

how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
through the broad earth's aching breast
sadly speaking
listen
when night drifts along the streets of the city
arched the flood
the stars fell from heaven
where shall i find you
there is an hour of peaceful rest
when you come tonight
why do
along a river-side
i go my way complacently
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars