inspirational poem

the arches of the red bridge
the air is full of dawn and spring
high walls and huge
the little pitiful, worn, laughing faces
i have come into the desert because my soul is athirst
one with you
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
better than granite
friend, whose smile has come to be
there is no flock, however watched and tended
be not false
be patient, life, when love is at the gate