broken heart poem

who is the runner in the skies
weak-winged is song
brief on a flying night
now that i have cooled to you
let us pity those who are better off than we are
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
there's one that i once loved so much
a thin gray shadow on the edge of thought
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
i walk down the garden paths
my mother taught me that every night
the air is like a butterfly