poetry poem

are you alive?
a storm is riding on the tide
there were three in the meadow by the brook
there is no escape by the river
over the river, on the hill
why do you always stand there shivering
sweet and strong
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
tell me less or tell me more
let us express our baser passions
in their ragged regimentals
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
be in me as the eternal moods