Healing
Here amidst the clouds and far from my town
Where the cold and the summit are as if my own
As if the lessons of the past become little and gone
The passage up the mountain being done alone
For at times we do not know how to tell about our journey
That the words of a countryman might yield no honey
But at times it is what is needed for one to remember
What was once lost but it is burried, yet still there
So a song for the gentleman can be of riches and prizes
But his heart would wait for when the song seizes
For a moment of melanchony is a moment untold
That its memory can at last be let to unfold
In the meanings of the treasure of gold
Michael Aquilina 28.04.2023