wedding poetry

i've won the race
see i give myself to you
among the mountains i wandered
my sorrow, when she's here with me
you are beautiful and faded
over the river, on the hill
soft as the bed in the earth
a mist was driving down
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
god
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
is there anybody there
she was a beauty in the days
the single clenched fist lifted and ready