birthday poetry

over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
high walls and huge
up from the meadows rich with corn
at midnight
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
into the silent land
be not false
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
when i was a boy at college
let a joy keep you
i walk down the garden paths
who is the runner in the skies
it was a tall young oysterman