online poetry

softly now the light of day
some one complained to the master
a mist was driving down
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
sun and wind and beat of sea
it was the autumn of the year
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
very well, you liberals
high walls and huge
i've won the race
be not false
gone are the three, those sisters rare
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray