poetry contest

rose and amber was the sunset on the river
have you heard
along a river-side
do not turn your head
just now
though i am little as all little things
lady, your heart has turned to dust
made up of loveliness alone
with joy and wonder
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
the fragrance came
i walk down the garden paths
look out upon the stars, my love
when i was a boy at college