def poetry jam

my son is dead and i am going blind
i expect you
let me be sad
out of me unworthy and unknown
among the mountains i wandered
from song and dream for ever gone
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
some one complained to the master
within my hand i hold
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
backward, turn backward