Torn by the northern
wind, the sky looks
shattered and hurt.
A candle’s light dances
in my breath’s rhythm.
The sheep headed man
moves closer, shivers
under his old grey coat.
A candle’s light isn’t
enough to warm you up;
isn’t enough to
make you relax.
But it’s enough
To hope for more…
The ram looks me
straight in the eye:
“It is enough, for you
to need more,
to crave for more…”
