friendship poetry

gloom
within this lowly grave a conqueror lies
glooms of the live-oaks
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
be not angry with me
rocked in the cradle of the deep
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
did you ever hear of
be not false
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
day is done
she heard the children playing in the sun
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds