writing poetry

i walk down the garden paths
the lightning flashed, and lifted
gaily through the fields we danced
no prey am i of poor thoughts
lady, your heart has turned to dust
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
take my bracelets
sad are they who know not love
as a white candle
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
passing through huddled and ugly walls
did you ever hear of
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares