love friendship poem

a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
my soul is a dark ploughed field
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
love has been sung a thousand ways
just now
i make my shroud, but no one knows
and with the humming bird
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
to be able to see every side of every question
often i think of the beautiful town
the arches of the red bridge
for then without