lyric poem

there is an hour of peaceful rest
long ago, in the young moonlight
do not turn your head
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
stern cold man
to the passionate lover
no prey am i of poor thoughts
i saw the clouds among the hills
in new york harbor
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
in halls of sleep you wandered by
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
out of the deep and the dark
once this soft turf