anniversary poetry

all within and all without me
a few more windy days
tell me less or tell me more
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
bring me soft song
up to her chamber window
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
in halls of sleep you wandered by
there was a strangeness on your lips
quietly, with reverance, in awe
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
under the harvest moon
moonlight deep and tender
i am weary of being bitter and weary of being wise