And Again
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.
Copyright © Charmaine Chircop | Year Posted 2012
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