black poetry

rose and amber was the sunset on the river
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
splendid and terrible your love
perhaps it is no matter that you died
under dusky laurel leaf
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
last midnight
sad are they who know not love
i expect you
it tells of good old times
while i stood listening, discreetly dumb
i have heard that a certain princess
simplicity