love poetry chat

there is no escape by the river
the meadow was creeping
simply speaking
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
since, if you stood by my side today
on and on
out of the deep and the dark
when, full of warm and eager love
daughters of time
the agony of having too much power
in his guarded tent
evidenced in the glimmer in your eyes