erotic poem

did you ever hear of
no prey am i of poor thoughts
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
what was it the engines said
here falls no light
like eagles on up high
softly weeping
the darkness rolls upward
the ships are lying in the bay
i am singing to you
beneath my window in a city street
be in me as the eternal moods
in your flight
the agony of having too much power