black poetry

at dawn, he said
musing, between the sunset and the dark
gone before us
the long resounding marble corridors
all down the years
little park that i pass through
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
among the mountains i wandered
when i go back to earth
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
i love to steal awhile away
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
at midnight
there are gains for all our losses