poetry poem

in may
up from the south at break of day
if the red slayer think he slays
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
now that i have cooled to you
there's one that i once loved so much
look out upon the stars, my love
night is dark, and the winter winds
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
i saw with open eyes
the earth keeps some vibration going
she knows a cheap release