She wandered pale, sweet light of a dawn
flesh-faced morning sun
Daybreak lingered sweet
spoke low of steam
of star wet dew
and dream-bright grass
of hearts lost along the river's shore

She wandered slow
through deep drunk fading night
the thoughtless shades of time
bleeding gently grey-green dirt
soft past lacing tree trunk branches
lost in winding summer waves

Breathing deep she cried to earth
of his unmoving heart
burning days
spoke in gentle days of sin

sleeping slow she loathed the world
thought better of her westward ways
dreamed lonely in her darkless nights
broke fast again to days

breaking daybright wandered pale
remembered long by broken-hearted men
whose eternal skin spoke lonely sweet
of long-sung songs and her ephemeral heat

Bright faced she spoke of star-wet dew
while weary men walked blind to clouds
bleeding still from their forgotten dreams

........................................................................................

I don't remember when this was from. Possibly a time when I was heartsick over the poet man?