religious poem

they may talk of love in a cottage
like eagles on up high
there is no escape by the river
i made a vow once, one only
do the boys and girls still go
no prey am i of poor thoughts
she must go back, she said
as a white candle
the ships are lying in the bay
to be able to see every side of every question
i am the wind that wavers
out of the deep and the dark