footprint poem

why so sad my lovely one?
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
do you remember
listen
the arches of the red bridge
i am singing to you
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
the pale day drowses on the western steep
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
why are the things that have no death
when the wind works against us in the dark
there is a city, builded by no hand
for then without
he'd even have his joke