love friendship poem

one by one, like leaves from a tree
up and down he goes
the sun is up
the stars fell from heaven
the snow whispers about me
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
gloom
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
i walk down the garden paths
rising moon has hid the stars
in their ragged regimentals