wedding poetry

i am the wind that wavers
wrap the earth in cloudy weather
my mother twines me roses wet with dew
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
white foam flower, red flame flower
do you remember
uplifting, as the wind blew
why do you always stand there shivering
the single clenched fist lifted and ready
therefore i may not
i shake my hair in the wind of morning
why do
i said
listen