child poetry

last midnight
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
i gazed upon the glorious sky
the air is like a butterfly
have you not heard
soft as the bed in the earth
daughters of time
to be able to see every side of every question
babylon-where i go dreaming
when i was a boy at college
up from the south at break of day
i had a dream and i awoke with it
muffled drum's sad roll has beat
brief on a flying night