christian poem

wheel me down by the meadow
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
backward, turn backward
the ships are lying in the bay
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
moonlight deep and tender
at midnight
are you alive?
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
in your flight
i walk down the garden paths
sitting in his rocker waiting for your tea
since i have felt the sense of death
still thirteen years