love poems

be patient, life, when love is at the gate
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
the sky
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
were it not for that singular smell
before the solemn bronze saint
sleep, gray brother of death
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
last midnight
the sun is up
are you awake?
in the dark and peace of my final bed