inspirational poetry

passing through huddled and ugly walls
gone before us
so lost
all quiet along the potomac
though i am little as all little things
sing again the song you sung
at dawn, he said
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
the old songs
i walk down the garden paths
uplifting, as the wind blew
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
world that changes under my hand