online poetry

my soul is a dark ploughed field
in may
i never knew the earth had so much gold
and how could you dream of meeting
out of the deep and the dark
i made a vow once, one only
skies they were ashen and sober
when i was broke in london
there is an hour of peaceful rest
grieve not for the invisible
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
green afternoon serene and bright
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
to what shall a woman liken her beloved