As I Willed The Dusk Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

And
As I willed the dusk
Came to my futile cover:
Not enough.
Though I must thank a
Useless dusk.
It was not its fault.
And
Now I roam blank faced up
And down the stairs
Of streets of
Old Valletta.
With a futile cover
Yet I roamed
My castle and my soil
Fell as the sands in
The sand glass
Yet my Will remained
There
The last to fade
The fir that I lay under
Became sacred
To the heavens above
Pitying me….
There is the hope to be
Uplifted
Into the bosom of those
Heavens
Into the house of those
Heavens
Into the bosom of those
Heavens…..