son poem

friend, whose smile has come to be
my sorrow, when she's here with me
of sun nor stars
did you ever see an alligator
and how could you dream of meeting
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
but alas, just dreams
i know what you're going to say
full of tears
in the dark and peace of my final bed
wheel me down by the meadow
you are beautiful and faded
so lost
in your arms was still delight