My child

My child has vanished in the earth
Fertile soil is warmed by sunlight
Stone will always keep its real worth
Even in the deep dark of the night

I'm still conscious of the silent pain
The knife cuts deep down in my belly
And I'm still searching for the little flame

The good old anger has nearly vanished
But I shall not wait for the wind that comes
T blow away the load I carry
I cast the first stone in the pond

Then I stand on the threshold of life
Feeling cold in the wind and the rain
Trying and trying to shatter the ice
And kindle the little blue flame

Shall I dive in after the stone
To be carried away by the waves
Or sleep quiet in a silent home
And be lost forever in the maze