Morning Mood.

 

There are times when it is wasted

Like some honey on my mouth

When the air is full of bubbles

When the wind blows from the south;

 

And the string was if full of tension

When you said it was not fair

I don’t know what you are thinking

But you still said you don’t care.

 

It’s a re-run of my story

But you look at me in vain

Cursed I am if I did wrong you

But I cannot feel the pain.

 

Like a bird that stopped its singing

It’s a music I can’t play

Like a god on Mount Olympus.

Whose decrees I cannot sway.

 

Alfred Grech

24/09/2020.