love poetry chat

lady, your heart has turned to dust
with joy and wonder
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
afraid no more, i say
we lay
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
out of the window a sea of green trees
she must go back, she said
burly, dozing humble-bee
uplifting, as the wind blew
since i have felt the sense of death
softly now the light of day