friend poem

perhaps
let me move slowly through the street
in the cloud-gray mornings
and my name is truthful
lo! 'tis a gala night
stand here by my side
why then, must we see?
friend, whose smile has come to be
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
i wonder where you live
these be
sweet with fern and rose
he'd even have his joke
sun and wind and beat of sea