I am a late kindle
A heart full of wine
Mended and scared
And once thought divine

Now dear will be autumn
And winter as well
My lost old friends
Wishing them well

Dear in this summer
Warm like a memory
Light from a candle
Shines at the last

Hot still the ashes
Hearts that were burnt
Outside the door
I still hear them call
Hearts of feathers
Tears of the morning