i miss you poem

if i were very sure
they ask me where i've been
the little white prayers
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
the earth keeps some vibration going
those black eyes i once so praised
i have heard that a certain princess
looking beyond
they may talk of love in a cottage
birds against the april wind
stand here by my side
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room