poetry for kid

in your arms was still delight
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
a storm is riding on the tide
be not false
in an old chamber softly lit
out of the sparkling sea
the sky
my mother taught me that every night
they ask me where i've been
passing through huddled and ugly walls
beautiful, tragical faces
are you awake?
one by one, like leaves from a tree
soft as the bed in the earth