inspirational poetry

do not grieve that it is over
out of the deep and the dark
there was never a sound beside the wood but one
the darkness
when you come tonight
in halls of sleep you wandered by
out of the window a sea of green trees
glass-blower of time
often i think of the beautiful town
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
love me at last, or if you will not
were it not for that singular smell
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night