Still Some Flames in the Hearth

In this frozen time

the cold freezes the words,

Icy winds extinguish...

all flames,

eyes turn into stone!

Vision is blurred,

Identity is lost,

the freezing hands,

devoid of warmth,

the tongue sticks to the palate,

arrows and spears dissolve

in the winds,

Ice sheets spread out

on relationships,

everything gets frozen within,

no one is visible....

But when human smell hovers

in the deep forests,

a call-out searches for its other end.

With difficulty when one can speak,

someone blows the flames from the hearth,

with closed eyes,

I sit down in front of the hearth,

and think about the conversations,

the flames rise slowly from the hearth.

You drop the silence,

Break your quietude,

In the warmth of the conversations,

the flames always glow in the hearth.

Don’t be wordless ever.

There is still some flame in the hearth.