cowboy poetry

i stand in the cold gray weather
i said
i made a vow once, one only
could we but know
i love my hour of wind and light
over the river, on the hill
sweet with fern and rose
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
will you glimmer on the sea?
daughter, thou art come to die
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
i expect you
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
now that i have cooled to you