Fugue Of The Night Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

the fugue of the night
it began in the dusk
anticipated star light
and circled moon light

the fugue of the night
how sad it plays
yet the heart delights
in sad lays!

the fugue of the night
An orchestra that played
An orchestra of Hedgehogs
in Hastings Gardens played

the fugue of the night
the sea colors have now passed
the brilliant decadence of twilight
the sighs and the whispers however
begin.

the fugue of the night
the wood animals and the wood birds
they hear and their ears they prick
as the smoke of the tune as
the
dun of the notes wafts fading in night

the fugue of the night
how many times the nights
played in old Valletta
how many olden centuries

And olden houses and olden streets
and alleys strait and ancient
remember that fugue of the night
heart broken Valletta, heart broken for centuries!