Embers II

Embers

Up the stones
the vines have curled,
the roses have bloomed and dried...
Inside the walls,
sleepless air,
with fear that you have died.

Metronome of days waste by
and I have tended to the embers.
But now the ash
is closing in
on a love that you don't remember.

Everything but you I grasp
now upon my throne.
The burning hearth is turned to coal,
and I reign senselessly

alone.