inspirational poetry

i shake my hair in the wind of morning
that strange companion came on shuffling feet
just as my fingers on these keys
have you heard
she limps with halting painful pace
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
over the river they beckon to me
from song and dream for ever gone
dear wife
my sorrow, when she's here with me
see, they return
i reside at table mountain