elements of poetry

into the silent land
be patient, life, when love is at the gate
little park that i pass through
some of the hurts you have cured
green afternoon serene and bright
i despise my friends more than you
high walls and huge
death's nobility again
tell me
in halls of sleep you wandered by
there's one that i once loved so much
if i should die, think only this of me
my mother taught me that every night
rocked in the cradle of the deep