At the edge of the amber ocean
in the embers of the dying flames
a restless, gasping emotion
of an unrequited love remains

The churning ash and cinder
lay a bed for broken dreams
where tender thoughts were timber
and kindling once; it seems

The air was filled with light
The flames spit fireworks high
The warmth remained all night
on any day I caught your eye

Now the only fire left
is the memory of the spark
and here inside this lonely chest
the shallow beating of a dying heart

(April 17th, 2018)