The Imminent Storm

I thirst for so many lost lives… There – as far as close it is and could be, I stand alone and dream for what was never here and now. To be alive is just a conquest in the mystery of a world, moment in the endless story, a spark in consuming fire. The ends of all the longings draw near before the ends of all their fulfillments. A storm is always coming. I wait for it behind a distant door, dream of it in dusty mirror, again and again, my life is lost in a single wish - my thirst for other silent sigh. Beloved voices whisper in the stormy day. Dark inevitable sky, a man beneath it, kneeling on the barren ground- I am still grateful. And after all the pain and grief ahead I always knew I might see the shaft of light again and dream and thirst for so many lives I have ever lost in storm.