anniversary poem

a storm is riding on the tide
and so it goes
do you hear the rain?
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
i stand in the cold gray weather
along the banks
let me move slowly through the street
there are gains for all our losses
the endless, foolish merriment of stars
for truth, for love
i walk down the garden paths
who loves the rain
night is dark, and the winter winds