Goat Of Night

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.