daughter poem

sing again the song you sung
did you ever see an alligator
what shall we do now
in your flight
gone are the three, those sisters rare
night is dark, and the winter winds
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
i have heard that a certain princess
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
they in the darkness gather and ask
when i go back to earth
rocked in the cradle of the deep
from our hidden places