lyric poem

i had over-prepared the event
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
the old songs
above them all, looking down
soft as the bed in the earth
into the silent land
he'd even have his joke
i have to say good-night
sleep sweetly in your humble graves
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
city that is not a city
splendid and terrible your love