teen poems

here falls no light
doubtless i remember still
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
uplifting, as the wind blew
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
when a deed is done for freedom
who is the runner in the skies
let me move slowly through the street
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
who will be naming the wind
could we but know
let us pity those who are better off than we are