religious poem

all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
i can not tell you now
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
come down at dawn from windless hills
white foam flower, red flame flower
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens
some of the hurts you have cured
darkest, strangest mystery
long ago, in the young moonlight
for these white arms about my neck
a flying word from here and there