Every now and then.
I hear voices in my ears from the waves.
The voice is the messenger of the sea.
Still a dynasty unknown to men.
It still carries vessels, ships and people.
Every now and then I see a young woman.
Travelling on boat with others.
In a sea which fulfills her hopes.
Sealed in a world of fantasy,
of Atlantean memories.
Every now and then I see her looking down at the waves
their dance invoking memories.
Warm days under African Sun,
when life was free,
when meadows were green and she walked with other women.
Before the war, before the blood.
Every now and then
I hear waves become harder and harder.
The dream drowns, the new land disappears.
No help, only cries.
I no longer see the woman who escaped war but did not find her dream.
I cry for her.
Every now and then I see boats coming into shore.
But there is nothing more to say.
Absolutely.
Mary Anne Zammit is a graduate of the University of Malta in Applied Social Studies. She holds a Diploma in Diplomatic Studies and a Masters in Probation Services. She also has a Diploma in Freelance and Feature Writing. She is the author of four novels in Maltese and two in English. Her poetry has been featured in international magazines and anthologies. She is a regular contributor in the International Poet Magazine. Mary Anne is also an artist with multiple international exhibitions and awards. She can be found at https://www.instagram.com/mary.a.zammit/ and https://www.facebook.com/mary.a.zammit
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