Haunting Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Haunting
Haunting the winds
Tonight
See how even
The electric poles
Sing
And the wood are
Sounding as the seas
Or as Father Ocean
When enraged he be
And restless.
Though frost and cold
And drizzles of rain
Splice at intervals
The ghosts and shrouds
Together tremble
Set off
The cold with
The enjoyment of the mid-night scene:
And from afar
Not distant quite there
Shines
In a hazy net of rain drops
Through a short fog
Trembling and vivid and
Naked in the night
Haunted and haunting
Old Valletta.