A Bastion In The Sun

A Bastion in the Sun In the sun the bastion burns and basks yet even though it not night not sleeping times it sleeps it bends its head dreaming dreaming of olden centuries dreaming of a slower life and more serene in its misery for serene propense be the miserable while the brain of the bastions burns and basks and in the sun below the weary horse carriages of tourists pass with heat swamped suffering horses. The Sparkling of the Sub-Burnt Waters in the old port the sun-burnt waves sparkle yet in their golden glory yearn for the twilight color and the friendly chill of the red dusk in the old port the sparkling sun-burnt waters. Even so I In my fast ageing Yearn for quite life a boarding of the barge that departs from the land on seas directionless: and in the midst of these waters let my Soul solitary cut off the chains from Earth find liberty. at last. at last. Emotions on looking from a Valletta Garden onto Sea Ah! how I suffered in life Suffering hand in hand with ageing walked. It still walks now the more passionate. The brain thinks the eye to thinking propense yet distracted by the light blue breasts of the flat waters silent below majestic. Emotions win by little over the images: the eyes look vacant as the thoughts brim the cup of life for how I suffered in life Suffering hand in hand with ageing walked. Emotions on a Parting In the parting I had planned no emotions. But ah! emotions to uncontrollability be propense. Emotions silent but pinching as sadness knows to pinch. Farewell at last! Long, long last! the curtains on the stage fall the last hand-shake then turn back broken heart solitary in your solitude uneasy walking. The Emotions of A Return In the return Of one or more you know or knew there will be emotions: vain you try to keep them in the bag: like Zephyr's winds escape emotions of a return chameleon varying.