teen poetry contest

i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
when night drifts along the streets of the city
i stand in the cold gray weather
three years ago today
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
we break the glass whose sacred wine
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
under the harvest moon
their beautiful hair
shades of night were falling fast
once this soft turf
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor