Third Eyesight

On the mystery of dark, 

The flame of burning candle flickers -

Reminding the spontaneous cycle of life and death ;

The Universe warns me about the tasks for which flames are in formless voice.

The estimated time is following its curves -

Just like the wax molds the path ;

Igniting wick arranges some lost pictures as memories in the frame,

Whose warm touchpoints an eternity to reclaim.

The windy storm tries to abolish the dim light,

I surround my arms around it -

Which suddenly arise goosebumps

It feels though at very distant flames are exclusively connected in sight!