My Malta

Landing on Malta into a dry, sandy, hot afternoon, Tears of happiness blind my eyes, excitement at the feeling of arriving home, although I am not a native. The dominating skyline of familiar domes and roofs, grown nearer to the airport over time. Roads resembling few maps, leading you astray, and shaking your bones with attempts at repair! I grieve, not long after arrival, for the inevitable day when I will return to England. Malta, my spirit I leave with you, I leave my very essence of being behind when I leave you, You are at the heart of me. I leave you with sorrow, and return with joy to embrace your nation and its glorious culture.