type of poetry

the saddest of the year
musing, between the sunset and the dark
it was many and many a year ago
in the sphere
as a naked man i go
do you remember
all my love for my sweet
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
brief on a flying night
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
eighty years have passed, and more
along the banks
my soul is a dark ploughed field