mother daughter poem

will you glimmer on the sea?
with lips blood red and heart of stone
my soul is a dark ploughed field
rocked in the cradle of the deep
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
are you alive?
i stood
in and of itself
my mother taught me that every night
if i were very sure
with the sunset