anniversary poetry

how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
i stood
out of the deep and the dark
lived by the river-side
over the river, on the hill
look out upon the stars, my love
in halls of sleep you wandered by
stay no more
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
let a joy keep you
the agony of having too much power
as a naked man i go
little gate was reached at last
he'd even have his joke