Path to my Flame

Again...

  I breathe ...

I listen to my heartbeats, wanting them to soothe me.

  I try to forget,

I lull myself with this rhythm yet long for only one thing.

  I wait for the warmth, softness and comfort,

of this hand, there, stretched out and awaiting for me, when I gently lift my head.

  Knowing that it holds all that I miss, and yet hesitate, stay frozen.

  I hate this traitor mind, which makes us believe that everything is possible,

and the time which elapses as centuries !

  And in this loop that seems endless, I forget myself a little more...

  The cold that numbs the heart, the pain that flows in the veins,

the indifference that shatters the certainties, and fear that stirs us.

  So, to delay the inevitable, every day I reinvent an exile.

  What some call a dream, I call a stolen moment, since it will never belong to me.

  I write and describe it, without living or enjoying it;

I make it a gift to time, to these souls who pass... with a smile.

  Never forget, I must never forget that giving is better than receiving,

and that of my suffering, a desire may arise or a life may reborn.

  So, after the rain, I start again, I take up my pen

and Iinspire...