myspace poem

the rain was over, and the brilliant air
her face is fair and smooth and fine
beneath my window in a city street
out of the sparkling sea
still thirteen years
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
blossoms of babies
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
eighty years have passed, and more
in the dark and peace of my final bed