sad poem

rising moon has hid the stars
sleep, gray brother of death
i saw him once before
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
i never knew the earth had so much gold
she heard the children playing in the sun
uplifting, as the wind blew
give me hunger
the earth keeps some vibration going
i bid them all farewell
what spiteful chance steals unawares
melancholy, blue it was
see, they return