life poem

stay no more
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
he speaks not well
lived by the river-side
all those treasures that lie
melancholy, blue it was
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
splendid and terrible your love
out of me unworthy and unknown
were it not for that singular smell
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
as evening falls
when the wind works against us in the dark
weak-winged is song