lyric poem

rose and amber was the sunset on the river
before the solemn bronze saint
i never knew the earth had so much gold
in all things not spoken of
let me be sad
we break the glass whose sacred wine
the child who threw away leaf after leaf
he'd even have his joke
my son is dead and i am going blind
brief on a flying night
there are three ways in which men take
long has the summer sunlight shone
i know what you're going to say
who is the runner in the skies