lyric poem

though love repine, and reason chafe
brief on a flying night
i see all human wits
before the solemn bronze saint
a mist was driving down
under dusky laurel leaf
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
we lay
do you hear the rain?
when i was broke in london
i expect you
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
he came and took me by the hand
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying