I Ask The Lips

I ask the lips, why are you crying?

'I lost my colour, I lost my flame, I lost my longing'.

The eye says: 'I lost the inward tenderness,

Fade the light around me'

And the ear, 'I don't hear harmonies

But lamentations and screams'.

And the heart whispers:

'Finally the breeze will continue

To lightly caresses the night sky

And the clouds will dissolve.

Pain itself will crack the rock and let the soul emerge'.