marriage poem

those on the top say they know you, earth-they are liars
braided and woven
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead
daughters of time
let us pity those who are better off than we are
with the sunset
in your arms was still delight
do not grieve that it is over
there is no escape by the river
lo! 'tis a gala night
i walk down the garden paths
for truth, for love
a flying word from here and there
i saw him once before