By the Holy Fire

On those nights I stood long in front of oceans Letting the waves crush violently Under my feet. I used to wait For winds of words to come And carry me So I could breathe the smell of lakes I would warm myself By the holy fire On islands' edges Listening to chants of ancient people Echoing from the depth of caves. On those nights The earth Was not enough for me. I flew too far away Carrying some dreams With tired wings and A few hopes. I was still weak When the storms Thundered in distance. Decades later I realize how painful this voyage was. But to stay Is more painful. For that I left my heart in the winds Of words and dreams.