lyric poem

from our hidden places
there was a time in former years
the earth keeps some vibration going
why do you always stand there shivering
i make my shroud, but no one knows
with the sunset
master of human destinies am i
she was a beauty in the days
come down at dawn from windless hills
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
she might have known it in the earlier spring
i saw the archangels in my apple-tree last night
i sometimes wonder if it's really true
darkest, strangest mystery