A Silent Shiver

It was the 4th time for the thunder

lighting up the bottomless hole
the frozen wall shivering
and snows running on the edge.....

Hundreds of butterflies flying straight to the north
along with the cracking fireworks
exploding on the night sky over this dome

Blue little birds
having those feelings written on they wings
they want them to echo
everytime they try to fly
and flap their wings in a rhythm

A wind blowing from their wings
brought me a chill
Is this a silence you once met, dear?
Is this an emptiness you once told?

And I keep on asking,
whether I can find you a candle
to crack this silent shiver
although I do not know,
whether a gasoline is running
along the candle wick....