nature poem

softly now the light of day
i have heard that a certain princess
will you glimmer on the sea?
do not turn your head
sweet splendor
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
brother, i am fire
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
skies they were ashen and sober
the shadows of the ships
let me move slowly through the street
afraid no more, i say
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars