Yet Again

Yet Again

I'm here alone, yet again;
Where there isn't the light of all that is good,
Where a thin veil so impregnable covers my stubborn eyes,
I'm here yet again.

Yet again I'm cold,
Not sad or despaired,
but utterly cold.

Yet again I find myself at the bottom of a cliff
Way up high there she stands, my life.
She's golden and she's standing beside me.
I can see her and I want her and I know she is within me.
But yet again, the cliff is slippery
That wall of stone is wet,
Yet again.