haiku poem

for truth, for love
stuff of the moon
made up of loveliness alone
gone are the three, those sisters rare
and so it goes
now that i have cooled to you
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
from our hidden places
i have seen the proudest stars
the old west, the old time
with the meek, brown eyes
but i cannot read you now
a pen of steel
shades of night were falling fast