poetry

simply speaking
the old west, the old time
to be able to see every side of every question
they may talk of love in a cottage
when i go back to earth
babylon-where i go dreaming
the stars fell from heaven
daughters of time
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
have we no shame?
their beautiful hair
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
i have seen the proudest stars
daughter, thou art come to die