anniversary poetry

through the broad earth's aching breast
gone are the three, those sisters rare
when the wind works against us in the dark
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
brief on a flying night
splendid and terrible your love
i had a dream and i awoke with it
do you hear the rain?
i saw the clouds among the hills
i expect you
to be able to see every side of every question
the agony of having too much power
could we but know