death poem

the agony of having too much power
still her gray rocks tower above the sea
made up of loveliness alone
look out upon the stars, my love
pharaoh, king of egypt's land
she must go back, she said
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
from our hidden places
world that changes under my hand
star-dust and vaporous light
i gazed upon the glorious sky
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
my mother taught me that every night