poetry in motion

royal feast was done
before the solemn bronze saint
do i like it
once this soft turf
and still they walked on
to be able to see every side of every question
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
there is a country full of wine
up from the south at break of day
often i think of the beautiful town
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
the stars fell from heaven