Goat Of Night Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In the night
you
go down the stairs
of the streets
of
Valletta
on a sudden
you see
a goat in the way
large-sized
more than usual
white goat with
white beard
giant goat
you stop
goat stops
I am ascending to
Hastings Gardens.
The white goat
comes
from
Hastings
Gardens.
I
fear
not.
I fear not.
I continue as usual
to walk
to walk
up.
Of
sudden
there's
no
goat
but
only
the scents of the Gardens
a
reward
for who throws away fear
for
whom
love and
the scent
of the gardebns
are more
than fear
are more
than
The White Goat.

Yearning.

In the light of the moon
Tonight
The sea waters
Came in
Rustling and
Angry
Speaking all
Garbled
Incomprehensible.