Reminiscence On A Fall Evening Poem by Katherine Byrd

It is evening as I sit alone
In the fading light, hearing a silent moan,
With only a little candle light.
I think of wanting love, the coming night,
And how my life has become a fright.

The clock is ticking and I am blinking,
For the wick is sinking
At the most beautiful time of day.
I think about what has come my way
And how some things have just come to stay.

For in the flickering light I see the wick
And how the wick's time has begun to tick.
The light is dimming; yes it is,
And the ticking becomes louder,
As we go forth and some see the final hour.
My hands are cold, my face is hot
Let us hope the end comes not.
I look into the candle light and I see
The blankness of my life as a dream.

The evening is dimming even more
And my hair turns so golden red that
I can see the gleam on the floor.
Fall is here and all there is, is fear.
My memories have become my enemies
And as the gentle candle light dims, I long for something.

The mist makes it unclear,
But it holds my heart.
I would leave this feeling alone, but I am not smart.
So, I continue to grieve.
Oh vexing emotion, do take your leave!

The past is gone, the ticking goes on,
And now it is dark.
Goodbye dimming candlestick and little burned wick!
And now it is dark,
And the dark grows very thick.