together we heard the beats
of a reverberating
life
inside the spears
you pierced into the fallen heroes,
moistened corners of eyes
you did not want to see
imposing smiles
on the masks,
hiding the wailing wintery night
as if the stars were stolen
and the sky was laden with footprints
of all the pilgrims
who lost their way,
why not take a step backwards
and embrace the trunk of a tree
which might bear leaves after autumn
if nourished with hopes
faith
and sights you deny to yourself