romantic poem

and with the humming bird
arched the flood
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
let me move slowly through the street
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
to some the fat gods
i have heard that a certain princess
what do i owe to you
death's nobility again
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
your body's motion is like music
a storm is riding on the tide
in all things not spoken of