Still Some Flames in the Hearth

<p>In this frozen time </p><p>the cold freezes the words </p><p>Icy winds extinguish... </p><p>all flames </p><p>eyes turn into stone! </p><p></p><p>Vision is blurred</p><p>Identity is lost </p><p>the freezing hands</p><p>devoid of warmth </p><p>the tongue sticks to the palate </p><p>arrows and spears dissolve</p><p>in the winds</p><p>Ice sheets spread out</p><p>on relationships</p><p>everything gets frozen within</p><p>no one is visible.... </p><p>But when human smell hovers </p><p>in the deep forests </p><p>a call-out searches for its other end.</p><p></p><p>With difficulty when one can speak</p><p>someone blows the flames from the hearth</p><p>with closed eyes</p><p>I sit down in front of the hearth</p><p>and think about the conversations</p><p>the flames rise slowly from the hearth.</p><p></p><p>You drop the silence</p><p>Break your quietude</p><p>In the warmth of the conversations</p><p>the flames always glow in the hearth. </p><p>Don't be wordless ever.</p><p>There is still some flame in the hearth. </p><p></p>