son poem

there was a time in former years
short and sweet, and we've come to the end of it
do you hear the rain?
i know what you're going to say
babylon-where i go dreaming
the agony of having too much power
i had a dream and i awoke with it
quietly, with reverance, in awe
green afternoon serene and bright
she has a clear, wind-sheltered loveliness
out of the window a sea of green trees
gone are the three, those sisters rare