Meaning Of The Word Poem by The Stig

I seek for the meaning of words

I seek for the meaning of words
Words that com-along and disappear again like birds
Behind breaches and stones
I look for them, during my daily walk
walk though vine-yards and olive-groves
Every meter is like another word in the talk
Every step further, further into the unknowns

A faint sweat smell of burning wood from a chimney,
awakens me like the crackling of fresh baked loaf

Though where warm darkness covers grass, hills and mountains in a whitish sheet.
A queen's voice sings never ending greet
- Silence
when i am standing still, hearing only that and the breathing, a friend that never should leave
I remember i believe
I don't have to look no further, frost-heave