poetry form

renew the vision of delight
passing through huddled and ugly walls
what do i owe to you
all down the years
babylon-where i go dreaming
for then without
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
in his guarded tent
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
up and down he goes
be in me as the eternal moods
she knows a cheap release
up to her chamber window
some one complained to the master