missing you poem

little gate was reached at last
the earth keeps some vibration going
storm
with joy and wonder
have you seen walking through the village
the pale day drowses on the western steep
in your flight
before the solemn bronze saint
i stand in the cold gray weather
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
there by the window in the old house
green afternoon serene and bright
to come so soon to this imagined dark
up to her chamber window