sad poem

when the veil from the eyes is lifted
brother, i am fire
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
do you remember
a little peach in the orchard grew
let a joy keep you
my sorrow, when she's here with me
out of me unworthy and unknown
day is done
sleep, gray brother of death
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
beneath the warrior's helm