Without Wavering

The candle burns in the candlestick its flame trembles watches everywhere, fearful! And then it mingles with the being of the wax terrified of the storm's fierce wind. The pendulum of the wall clock swings in restlessness at the passing of time. And then, terrified of the claws of silence, striking its cymbal, it announces hour by hour, in every hour, the end of the hour. With you: there was no storm. With you: there was no end. With you, the clock did not hang from the gallows-nail of time. Let the flame tremble! Let the pendulum strike! Without wavering among the words of language: we have a different world: with you: O my heart!...