math poem

rose and amber was the sunset on the river
my true love from her pillow rose
with lips blood red and heart of stone
out of the window a sea of green trees
daughters of time
for truth, for love
i heard the wind all day
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
a little peach in the orchard grew
long ago, in the young moonlight
lived by the river-side
i reside at table mountain