Bootarab

You are a warm bosom  in a frozen world 
A sky before this  caged horizon
A call folded in the silence
A fire in the hearts extinguished by death
Syrup in a bitter scene

You are an embrace when this mountain of sadness comes crashing 
A sky that keeps laughing even when the birds have left 
My voice unheard 
A flame that penetrates feebleness encoring  the arrival of dawn  
Syrup you are syrup dripping on the pages of my life