best friend poem

i had over-prepared the event
with joy and wonder
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
under a spreading chestnut tree
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
to the passionate lover
i saw him once before
in september
babylon-where i go dreaming
it tells of good old times
one by one, like leaves from a tree
so lost
moonlight deep and tender