inspirational poem

i saw the clouds among the hills
dear wife
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
if the red slayer think he slays
the fragrance came
little gate was reached at last
and as we walked the grass was faintly stirred
why do you always stand there shivering
i said
there was a strangeness on your lips
some of the hurts you have cured
uplifting, as the wind blew
some one complained to the master