father poem

have you not heard
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
blossoms of babies
in his guarded tent
i've won the race
as a naked man i go
from song and dream for ever gone
since, if you stood by my side today
i love my hour of wind and light
from floor to ceiling
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
out of the window a sea of green trees
why do
when the wind works against us in the dark