inspirational poetry

gone before us
be not false
for these white arms about my neck
i loved a woman
let me move slowly through the street
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
among the mountains i wandered
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
gone are the three, those sisters rare
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
she said
and with the humming bird
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds