Whispers of Life

In the darkest hour of the night,
haunted by the deafening silence,
hunted by the despair lurking in the shadows,
when solitude is your sole companion,
when you look up to the heavens in vain
to find the celestial solace of silver,
when you hoped to find her,
however thin she was.
Look beyond, my friend!
Look at the countless sparkles,
tiny though they are; far though they are,
play with the little dots of Hope...

When a storm brews in your mind,
the swirls of emotions wreaking havoc,
uprooting your world, that you thought was yours,
tossing your sanity into disarray.
Step out, my friend!
Don’t cower; face the ferocity.
Let the wind ruffle your hair,
let the rain splatter your cheeks,
let them stream alongside your tears.
Relish the little drops of Hope...

When your soul shivers in the cold,
when your smiles are dead and frozen,
when the future is a landscape bleak and naked,
every step is a tread on fragile ice,
when your sorrows are not allowed to flow;
Unhood and rid off the mittens, my friend!
Pick up the snow; make the Fat Man,
put a smile on his face.
Rejoice the little flakes of Hope...

Gather the wood from within;
the ones not yet sodden.
Ignite fire from the sparks in your heart.
Make a bonfire, my friend!
Light your darkness,
dry your soul,
thaw your gloom.
Make a bonfire.
Sing and dance around it,
make merry, my friend!
Make merry until
the last ember is aglow...