friend poem

look out upon the stars, my love
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
good woman
still thirteen years
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
she limps with halting painful pace
be in me as the eternal moods
along the banks
since i have felt the sense of death
there was a strangeness on your lips
there by the window in the old house
and my name is truthful
in and of itself
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong