family poetry

among the mountains i wandered
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
listen to the sounding sea
who is the runner in the skies
i said, i have shut my heart
tell me not
where shall i find you
one sweetly solemn thought
as it
though i am little as all little things
a storm is riding on the tide
our pleasant moments fly
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
since i have felt the sense of death