I want to break my wall of ice,
Light the torch inside me,
But I’m afraid it will die.
Once it meets the downpour outside
Rather, than letting the wall melt with the scorch,
And let it build once it’s gone,
To kill a fire lit anew
I falter, having run all my way.
Then the wind carries flowers,
To my lifeless den.
And I only wish to give them back,
Should my ice freeze them
Or risk a light that burns,
The den should fall to its knees.
But I’m so enthralled with these petals,
Lest for them I shall melt the ice
‘Lest for them I travel this river
Till it meets the sea.
