Wildfire

Deserted land

covered with quilt of coldness

was stilled by the dark night

and silence

was delightfully hunting the last piece of joy in heart

the hazy and vast moor

suppressed my woeful song to stay in heart

yet could not ease my mournful gaze

gazing at the vague figure

of the smoke beyond the heather field

I stilled my pace

to watch a feeble blaze shining through the veil of a no-starlight night

just fire, the wildfire and i

left standing in a remote place where people never seemed to come

where are you from

how can you shine just as i never exist

where did you borrow that heat and twilight

so cold is the moor

so dark is the night

can thou wildfire extinguish your life as well...?

when you cease to glow

let me enjoy a ture end of hope

sleeping in the embrace of darkness

i will cherish my last slumber

while wine of melancholy get me drunk...