there are no traces of amber
no spark
no firewood unburnt in the fireplace
yet you expect fire to warm you in cold wintery night
let fluffy snow pave the way
of those who seek stars
to light the way
so that when they fall down
they are not hurt
the roads are now covered
and i can not find way
to the cremation ground
of all the waves
that escaped
from the ocean
of tears
yet