It was 10:30 am when I realized I haven't written any poem for a long time now...
It has been a long time since I last visited this place
There is no yearning nor emptiness evident
Leaving me to wonder, what has happened? Have I accomplished a lot?
Now there is yearning… There is emptiness evident
I miss the sounds, the notes, the music followed by a tingly feeling
Something that is brewing inside… that is somehow fulfilling.
The cracks and dents in the walls that I document
The sounds, the notes, the music that sounds like a lament
I missed this place where I can pour in a waterfall
I missed the times when I relinquish my downfall
I do not miss the feeling, but I miss the place and the feeling it gives
That fires me up to continue, discover and be new.