(12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

The Son Of The Sea

It's near midnight.
The Son of the Sea
In dripping clothes
And naked feet
Walks on the rocks
Raw biting and piers.

It's near midnight.
Rustles the sea
Discovering in the dark
That restlessness which
In this morn it hid.

It's near midnight.
Another day, another
Will awake soon
The restlessness of
The wildraw angst

by Emmanuel George Cefai

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