footprint poem

at midnight
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
are you alive?
be in me as the eternal moods
when the hours of day are numbered
when i looked into your eyes
out of me unworthy and unknown
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
uplifting, as the wind blew
up from the meadows rich with corn
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
i have to say good-night
to what shall a woman liken her beloved