Crunch Below Our Feet

Crunch below our feet The pale sere leaves That had fallen that Very dusk before Just hours before Took sway above Together with his elves The night stars and Younger sister moon I say – I assert – how Beautiful the plane port-waters Glide silver and straight And In them dolphin-like shadows Leap and dance from time to time above above the fort shines with lights that come and go and fronting on the other side houses and humans sleep and the Sub-conscious reigns. How beautiful the ancient town The crackling bridge that sighs Of olden centuries and sights Here Here in this very place of us – Sweet old Valletta!