inspirational poem

to what shall a woman liken her beloved
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
along the banks
i had over-prepared the event
the ships are lying in the bay
the agony of having too much power
they in the darkness gather and ask
beneath my window in a city street
the arches of the red bridge
at dawn, he said
out of the deep and the dark
he'd even have his joke
her face is fair and smooth and fine
just as my fingers on these keys