inspirational poem

i stand in the cold gray weather
and my name is truthful
quietly, with reverance, in awe
the swan existing
but i cannot read you now
i have known the silence of the stars and of the sea
the poets tell
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
braided and woven
i saw with open eyes
lived by the river-side
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
when i go back to earth