halloween poem

she might have known it in the earlier spring
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
i am singing to you
i saw the first pear
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
musing, between the sunset and the dark
earth travails
stay no more
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
the dawn was apple-green
with her hair flaying wildly
your body's motion is like music