sympathy poem

over the rooftops race the shadows of clouds
rose and amber was the sunset on the river
look out upon the stars, my love
suddenly, out of dark and leafy ways
death's nobility again
there by the window in the old house
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
all those treasures that lie
to the passionate lover
a poet, having taken the bridle off his tongue
i can not tell you now
as evening falls
night was black and drear
the darkness rolls upward