christian poem

rose and amber was the sunset on the river
beneath my window in a city street
let me move slowly through the street
we lay
this ancient silver bowl of mine
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
under a spreading chestnut tree
and so it goes
in his guarded tent
i am old and blind
take my bracelets
i gazed upon the glorious sky
the old west, the old time
if it