sad poetry

when i returned at sunset
when the wind works against us in the dark
i shall see a star tonight
i think it just splendid
candles toppling sideways in tomato cans
to what shall a woman liken her beloved
as i lie roofed in, screened in
the agony of having too much power
all down the years
the air is full of dawn and spring
to some the fat gods
the darkness steals the forms of all the queens