and again

Written by: Charmaine Chircop

And again 

I miss the nothingness

And again

I yearn for something 

which isn't there

Never was 

and Never will be

And again

the tear of joy

becomes

a drop of myrth

upon pink lips

Incense of ashes

with golden ends

And again

I wonder

Why I'm still here

Why do i come back

What for ?

I must leave 

I must go

Afar 

from a shelter

which won't

protect me

Distant

from a nest

which 

dripples honey

in empty wells

Wells

too shallow

to get to

And again

I have

to travel

to a place

I do not know

to a horizon

without a line

And again

I'll be the vagabond

not to be searched for

nor to be found.