Long Poems About Lord Byron

As near the lake, I cast a stone
and stand and watch it bounce
duck's and drakes, squawk in overtones
skimming, its short flight pronounced
settled, leave the self so all alone
short term, that came all unannounced
as life, will have its ups and downs
each ripple ebbing, slowly drown.
 
In mourning, standing on the bridge
hear the water trickle past
 be with it, its dark seeing images  
who threw the die? that you were cast
 stolen time, that we were pledged
my soul flies, sombre, at half mast
fair...