love poetry chat

we lay
from our hidden places
of sun nor stars
i saw the clouds among the hills
i am fevered
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
when sea-winds pierced our solitudes
this is the ship of pearl
a flying word from here and there
out of the deep and the dark
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
i gazed upon the glorious sky
with the meek, brown eyes
sleep, gray brother of death