christian poetry

do the boys and girls still go
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
i love the old melodious lays
grieve not for the invisible
i was a goddess ere the marble found me
the old west, the old time
the earth keeps some vibration going
is there anybody there
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
her face is fair and smooth and fine
behold me, in my chiffon, gauze and tinsel