friendship poetry

a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
there is no flock, however watched and tended
a pen of steel
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
to the passionate lover
perhaps it is no matter that you died
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
i stood by the open casement
music i heard with you was more than music
who will be naming the wind
when you come tonight
is there anybody there
renew the vision of delight
i love the old melodious lays