lost love poem

my mother twines me roses wet with dew
moonlight deep and tender
when i was a boy at college
daughters of time
tripping up, falling down
up from the meadows rich with corn
though love repine, and reason chafe
sadly speaking
i had over-prepared the event
gone are the three, those sisters rare
did you ever see an alligator
rocked in the cradle of the deep
gone before us
just as my fingers on these keys