family poetry

as a white candle
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
out of the window a sea of green trees
along a river-side
though love repine, and reason chafe
melancholy days have come
earth travails
little park that i pass through
it tells of good old times
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
which keeps
i fill this cup
white foam flower, red flame flower
gaily through the fields we danced