sister poem

i had over-prepared the event
days endeared to every muse
night was black and drear
i flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying
our pleasant moments fly
a thousand silent years ago
rocked in the cradle of the deep
in your arms was still delight
the light withdrawn
in an old chamber softly lit
out of the sparkling sea
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor