anniversary poetry

a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
in an old chamber softly lit
she heard the children playing in the sun
through the broad earth's aching breast
in the cloud-gray mornings
stuff of the moon
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
i have to say good-night
up to her chamber window
though love repine, and reason chafe
therefore i may not