autumn poem

will you glimmer on the sea?
your body's motion is like music
in halls of sleep you wandered by
in all things not spoken of
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
a pen of steel
had he and i but met
and with the humming bird
in the cloud-gray mornings
give me
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
made up of loveliness alone
storm