lyric poem

she might have known it in the earlier spring
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
the dawn was apple-green
brother, i am fire
not from the whole wide world
above them all, looking down
this ancient silver bowl of mine
there is no escape by the river
as a white candle
did you ever hear of
who is the runner in the skies
why so sad my lovely one?
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
do you remember