inspirational poetry

i sometimes wonder if it's really true
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
to clothe the fiery thought
under dusky laurel leaf
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
one by one, like leaves from a tree
by the shore, by the sea
when you come tonight
do not turn your head
the saddest of the year
are you awake?
grieve not for the invisible
music i heard with you was more than music