A Bastion In The Sun

A Bastion in the Sun


In the sun
the bastion burns and basks
yet
even though it not night
not sleeping times
it sleeps
it bends its head
dreaming
dreaming of olden centuries
dreaming of a slower life
and more serene in its misery
for serene propense be the miserable
while
the brain of the bastions
burns and basks
and in the sun below
the weary horse carriages of tourists
pass
with heat swamped
suffering horses.



The Sparkling of the Sub-Burnt Waters

in the old port
the sun-burnt waves
sparkle
yet in their golden glory
yearn
for the twilight color and
the friendly chill
of the red dusk
in the old port
the sparkling sun-burnt waters.
Even so
I
In my fast ageing
Yearn for quite life
a boarding of the barge
that departs from the land
on seas directionless:
and
in the midst of these waters
let my Soul solitary
cut off the chains from Earth
find liberty.
at last.
at last.




Emotions on looking from a Valletta Garden onto Sea

Ah! how I suffered in life
Suffering hand in hand with
ageing walked.

It still walks
now
the more passionate.

The brain thinks the eye
to thinking propense yet
distracted by the light blue
breasts of the flat waters
silent below majestic.

Emotions win by little
over the images:
the eyes look vacant
as the thoughts
brim the cup of life
for
how I suffered in life
Suffering hand in hand with
ageing walked.




Emotions on a Parting

In the parting
I had planned
no emotions.

But ah! emotions
to uncontrollability be
propense.

Emotions silent but pinching
as sadness knows to pinch.

Farewell at last!
Long, long last!

the curtains on the stage
fall
the last hand-shake
then turn
back broken heart
solitary in your solitude
uneasy walking.



The Emotions of A Return


In the return
Of one or more you know
or knew
there will be
emotions: vain
you try to keep
them in the bag:
like Zephyr's winds
escape
emotions of a return
chameleon
varying.

by Emmanuel George Cefai

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