free poem

sweet with fern and rose
world that changes under my hand
but i cannot read you now
all my love for my sweet
i love my life, but not too well
let me move slowly through the street
that year
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
why do you always stand there shivering
out of me unworthy and unknown
in the dark and peace of my final bed
little gate was reached at last
i had over-prepared the event
a look is but a ray