family poetry

i am the wind that wavers
if i were very sure
sweet with fern and rose
noises that strive to tear
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
along a river-side
have we no shame?
i walk down the garden paths
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
afraid no more, i say
they threw a stone, you threw a stone