def poetry jam

why do you always stand there shivering
you are beautiful and faded
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
we break the glass whose sacred wine
the air is full of dawn and spring
i stood by the open casement
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
lady, your heart has turned to dust
see, from this counterfeit of him
so lost
the sky
gone are the three, those sisters rare