Evening Brezze Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The evening was in
Breeze
And a cluster of nightingales
In competition
Sang:
On the brick wall of the
Garden
We sate ourselves with
Pitchers of wine
Let
The pitchers cool in the
Night breeze and
In the night cold
The moon raised its head
To see us two
You and I my friend:
We both drank wine
Sipping slowly
No need of dance
Satyrs and fauns
Nymphs and Graces
We just had wine
And
That was enough:
We nodded to the moon
To come
And it came and sate
With us
Drank wine
Sipping
Its white face reddened
And we three sat there
Hearing midnight strike and
The after-hours:
Sometimes a rattling
Skeleton:
We saw
We heard
We three of us
Originally sipping wine.