friendship poetry

i burn no incense
look out upon the stars, my love
beside a stricken field
when a deed is done for freedom
green afternoon serene and bright
have you seen walking through the village
blossoms of babies
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
love has been sung a thousand ways
beneath the warrior's helm
simply speaking
listen to the sounding sea
when i was a boy at college
do you remember