Shreds: “Evening”

Free from any prejudice or aim,
I set me self to describe thee,
Evening leaping ‘yond the frame,
Darkness of thoughts twisted free,
Descending where ne’er before,
Had I got time to return
And rewrite it ‘n lore
In the moment it did burn
But I am alone, this alone I hold,
A whirlwind of remnants,
A slaughter of soul untold,
A music, some chambers;
And of what I wouldst give,
So little, if aught at all,
I have already bestowed,
Without ending, sighs,
Without a single review,
Only glimpses of life
And naught anew.