birthday poem

night is dark, and the winter winds
he came and took me by the hand
when night drifts along the streets of the city
of sun nor stars
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
gaily through the fields we danced
as i lie roofed in, screened in
do not grieve that it is over
gone before us
i went up and down the streets
truely
white foam flower, red flame flower