free poem

still thirteen years
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
i gazed upon the glorious sky
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
from floor to ceiling
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
mysterious night
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
a flying word from here and there
sleep, gray brother of death
there by the window in the old house
never in all my life
up from the south at break of day
by the rude bridge