halloween poetry

here falls no light
when the hours of day are numbered
a sky that has never known sun, moon or stars
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
the arches of the red bridge
melancholy, blue it was
daughter, thou art come to die
there is a country full of wine
we lay
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
earth travails
glooms of the live-oaks
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies