christian poem

i had a dream and i awoke with it
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
it was the autumn of the year
i am a woman
over the river, on the hill
if i had known how narrow a prison is love
have we no shame?
come down at dawn from windless hills
now that i have cooled to you
perhaps it is no matter that you died
that year
white foam flower, red flame flower
all down the years