anniversary poetry

all my love for my sweet
not from the whole wide world
who will be naming the wind
in the cloud-gray mornings
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
it tells of good old times
out of the sparkling sea
they ask me where i've been
perhaps it is no matter that you died
i do not pray for peace
night was black and drear
to clothe the fiery thought
master of human destinies am i
when i go back to earth