baby shower poem

star-dust and vaporous light
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
that year
afraid no more, i say
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
there are three ways in which men take
since i have felt the sense of death
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
i make my shroud, but no one knows
the air is full of dawn and spring
i saw you hunched and shivering on the stones
darkest, strangest mystery