friendship poetry

gingham dog and the calico cat
shades of night were falling fast
from floor to ceiling
beneath the warrior's helm
one sweetly solemn thought
how wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
lived by the river-side
when the veil from the eyes is lifted
to come so soon to this imagined dark
let us express our baser passions
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
those black eyes i once so praised
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
there was never a sound beside the wood but one