haiku poetry

all my love for my sweet
beside a stricken field
i bid them all farewell
i loved a woman
doubtless i remember still
listen
lady, your heart has turned to dust
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
friend, whose smile has come to be
we break the glass whose sacred wine
and so it goes
out of the deep and the dark
in halls of sleep you wandered by
i stood