i love you poem

let me be sad
when night drifts along the streets of the city
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
the lightning flashed, and lifted
i love to steal awhile away
she heard the children playing in the sun
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
it was many and many a year ago
i am the wind that wavers
which i wish to remark
since i have felt the sense of death
i hold your heart
beside a stricken field
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought