missing you poem

blossoms of babies
the air is full of dawn and spring
and how could you dream of meeting
gone are the three, those sisters rare
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
give me hunger
sun and wind and beat of sea
he speaks not well
there are three ways in which men take
since i have felt the sense of death
perhaps it is no matter that you died
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
why do you always stand there shivering
simplicity