myspace poem

when the hours of day are numbered
were it not for that singular smell
i have had one fear in my life
all down the years
i am the wind that wavers
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
daughters of time
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
her face is fair and smooth and fine
it was many and many a year ago
for these white arms about my neck