Bighi In Tempest Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In tempest so beautiful
In tempest so much
Spume of sea-waves
In tempest the crumbling
Slow
Of the ancient
The ancient rocks


I see you
Bighi
From the roof
And the rain is on my head
And the rain is on my hand
And the rain is on my eyes
Through
The
Resulting
Haze
See
I
Vague
The lights
Twinkling
The white sea-waves
The spume

Of my soul remember I
I
Of the passionate Soul
I
Of the restless Soul
The Bighi Soul.