poetry in motion

look out upon the stars, my love
it was the autumn of the year
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
long ago, in the young moonlight
friend, whose smile has come to be
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
stand here by my side
white foam flower, red flame flower
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
days endeared to every muse