Whole Night

In the whole night the whole time romantic night lamps black shine in the street of an ancient town. Bridge of wood Ancient wood Carved centuries gone Yearning with sighs Of lovers and of ghosts. Strait alleys House to opposite House Whispering. the steps alight as it were day without the obfuscating heat but ah! romantic more in nights of thunderstorms and tempests and of rains glittering on the white lighted steps: then will the soul of old Valletta roam and speak: 'My days that were past are Now these’