The melted candle wax
gathers in the word
while the flame of the idea in my mind
burns my lips
and dries.

The darkness inside me gathers
like dust on objects,

silence cries within them.

Each moment passes through the chambers of time,
presses on the temples,
and my guiding angel
shows me the way
with its hand on my shoulder.

There’s a long way, wait for me!