lost love poem

daughters of time
i never knew the earth had so much gold
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
simply speaking
the saddest of the year
one by one, like leaves from a tree
i know what you're going to say
in all things not spoken of
lo! 'tis a gala night
to be able to see every side of every question
it tells of good old times
what was it the engines said