sad death poem

the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
in new york harbor
there's one that i once loved so much
the mountains they are silent folk
there was a time in former years
music i heard with you was more than music
will you glimmer on the sea?
it was the autumn of the year
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
softly now the light of day
the agony of having too much power
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you