2018.05.18.
Bonfire
Versions: #2A wise man can say, wound are healed by time.
Every bonfire will burn out and die.
Wind will dispel its ashes without a trace.
But as longs as fire is carrying on and on
Every master saves it until its light is gone,
Either in disaster or in cold days.
If night is long they make a little fire
to save their strength and fuel at a time
Keeping in silence firewood and hearts.
But once you will find a man who’s not alike
Who doesn’t want to do like people try
He will build a fire you’ll see it from afar.
Not everything has come to be. Not everything is done by me.
I still can see some colours of the day.
No sorrow’s for my fire. My fate protects my way.
The clever and wise saved their fire best
Nobody was warmed with it but them
Nevertheless, they waited for good time.
And you were too wrong. You have no fuel now
because in an hour your fire has burned out.
But you warmed people and still you survived
Not everything has come to be. Not everything is done by me.
I still can see some colours of the day.
No sorrow’s for my fire. My fate protects my way.