friendship poem

let a joy keep you
you are beautiful and faded
we lay
sun stepped down from his golden throne
for truth, for love
the sun is up
they may talk of love in a cottage
world that changes under my hand
do the boys and girls still go
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
i am dying
passing through huddled and ugly walls
she might have known it in the earlier spring
rose and amber was the sunset on the river