modern poetry

and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
often i think of the beautiful town
uplifting, as the wind blew
to come so soon to this imagined dark
just as my fingers on these keys
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
i gazed upon the glorious sky
those black eyes i once so praised
sweet splendor
made up of loveliness alone
at dawn, he said
renew the vision of delight
if i had known how narrow a prison is love