happy birthday poem

now for a brisk and cheerful fight
high walls and huge
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
the darkness
why are the things that have no death
with the sunset
i walk down the garden paths
had he and i but met
friend, whose smile has come to be
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
the arches of the red bridge
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying