life poem

suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
often i think of the beautiful town
daughter, thou art come to die
come down at dawn from windless hills
long ago, in the young moonlight
the ancient songs
my mother taught me that every night
she limps with halting painful pace
the mountains they are silent folk
i despise my friends more than you
in all things not spoken of
the darkness