poetry poem

i had over-prepared the event
daughters of time
and how could you dream of meeting
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
i walk down the garden paths
for then without
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
have you heard
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
they ask me where i've been
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
sing again the song you sung
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb