family poem

i stood
better than granite
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
of sun nor stars
who loves the rain
like eagles on up high
little gate was reached at last
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
sweet and strong
the pale day drowses on the western steep
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
music i heard with you was more than music
i think it just splendid
musing, between the sunset and the dark