missing you poem

a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
my mother taught me that every night
arched the flood
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
last midnight
full of tears
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
we lay
death's nobility again
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
the meadow was creeping
come down at dawn from windless hills