wedding poetry

rocked in the cradle of the deep
under dusky laurel leaf
of sun nor stars
when i was a boy at college
to the passionate lover
those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
their beautiful hair
there is no flock, however watched and tended
high walls and huge
have you not heard
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
i said, i have shut my heart