love poem

the sky
weak-winged is song
let us pity those who are better off than we are
my soul is a dark ploughed field
the air is like a butterfly
babylon-where i go dreaming
out of the window a sea of green trees
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
to be able to see every side of every question
lived by the river-side
happiness
brief on a flying night
this is the arsenal