Breath Of Life

Grey skies
And the divine moon
Enlivening the city of outlines

The night dark and intense
Unfurling its secrets

The wind flailing with ardour
Has a bitter cutting edge

The candle on my table
Contending to survive the ruthless air

A distant sound of waves
Struggling hard to reach the shore

The faint smell of burning wood
Weakening into embers

The howling steam engine
A journey has begun

Thunder in the chasms of my heart
For a single breath I strive

Everything that girdles me
Whispers softly
“ I am still alive”