I Would Be Light

I would be the light The mysterious light That every night Flashes from Bighi hill Into the quiet Into the nocturnal hush Of flowers plants and bushes The hush of sea-waves lapping The rocks below the fort Below Bighi hill You cannot reach me then But ever-mischievous And all-evading will I be And gurgle with the wind The neighing wind Of Bighi hill Night after night Will I be there And even winter frost Will not deter me Nor the blinding rain That in the midnight falls The gurgling waters angry at their fall All going down Down Bighi hill. Companionless will I not be And sport with ghosts and goblins wild Awhile I flash a light And go And then I sport again Into the quiet disappearing And then And then To re-appear and to play again In the sportive cycle. And in the night And in the night I hear The chants of olden ghosts As they march down With candle in their hand Down Bighi hill.