friendship poetry

here lies a most beautiful lady
last night the full moon laid a cloth of white
you are beautiful and faded
good woman
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
these be
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
who is the runner in the skies
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
the snow whispers about me
for these white arms about my neck
musing, between the sunset and the dark
from song and dream for ever gone
when you come tonight