footprint poem

the agony of having too much power
i went up and down the streets
the swan existing
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
afraid no more, i say
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
i saw him once before
when you come tonight
in and of itself
in all things not spoken of
our pleasant moments fly
for these white arms about my neck
come down at dawn from windless hills
she limps with halting painful pace