The darkness of evening
kindles a half-light in me.
A sense of calm and sadness
and utter change.
I will see it later
in my dreams
as a burnt log breaking
into bright
orange pieces over
dying embers.
By morning
I will not remember
it the same way,
but might suddenly recall
how it felt
to be in love.
I would be glad
to know what my heart
can still do
after all this
time.