AFTER THE SUN HAS GONE

The eternal warmth
Of a thousand fires
Could not warm
The wind of the night.

This wind that comes
Like the frigid breath
Of winter
Freezes the inner soul.

Frost gathers, crystallizing
The scarlet pulsating heart
That is broken
In two separate pieces

The wind chooses
Only to come in the
Velvet darkness, after
The sun has gone.