love friendship poem

in the dark and peace of my final bed
those black eyes i once so praised
soft as the bed in the earth
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
white foam flower, red flame flower
on and on
i saw god. do you doubt it?
why are the things that have no death
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
look back with longing eyes and know that i will follow
a storm is riding on the tide
i know not where
i loathed you
sadly speaking