Tidings

Tidings coming from the sunset radio-waves radio-waves echoing echoing radio-waves 'day declining day be waning' hear you? attention! hold! hear! hear! the dusk hums! the red hums! there's the first scream from the bat as it flies low over the waters still a-stunned by the noon sun. radio-waves radio-waves echoing echoing radio-waves 'day declining day be waning' hear you? attention! hold! hear! hear! night is coming already the edge of his dark mantle comes already already woman's heart she loves she loves and the night this night for her days are passing days are slipping as the sand stars come out to demonstrate moon be not shy be not faint clouds fly low, avert the moon. this the night the bridge will sigh creaking, creaking as when my father and mother, two, lovers hand in hand over it they paced and went. Long ago! Long ago! old Valletta! long ago!