Mirrors of the Soul

Life without love and without poetry Is like a dream that shatters, Like the pain of death that recurs, Like a narrow mind that cannot be freed. Like a burden carved into a stone, with a heart that neither feels nor decides, Like an artificial life concealed in fields of illusion! My life is a spark after every fire, melting and extinguishing in that moment when the battles of man within himself cease and peace prevails. When the gold of feeling remains... and the words endure!