A swim in the night sky.

A lagoon in an ocean of stars.

A nebular beach …

Out of reach.

Dreaming of clusters and moons of Jupiter.

The Great Beyond is where I stare,

Stargazing the night away.

Sailing along the Milky Way as racing meteors stray,

Pierce the sky – an attempt to fly.

Deceivingly close … the blue, the yellow of a double star.

Locked forever apart in a celestial embrace,

Cut short by space.

The rest is one motion.

One dark glistening ocean.

Arja tar-Rebbiegħa

B’ħeffa ta’ żiffa friska

Li tajjret is-sħab

Inkixfet ix-xemx

Li saħħnet il-blat

U ntwera mill-ġdid

Il-wiċċ ta’ din l-art

Iż-żunżan, il-friefet

U x-xmux ta’ żerriegħa

Li kollha mħabbtin

Ifakkruna ġmiel il-ħolqien.

Il-berwieq ġa ħerqan

Iddejjaq jistenna fil-basla serħan

U l-weraq ħadran

Li qed itella ma’ kull fergħa

Jlissen tifħira lejn l-ikħal tas-sema.

Il-ħajja li ilha tissawwar taħt l-art

Fl-iċken xaqq fil-blat

Issa ħierġa rebbieħa

Tinnamra mal-bqija.

Arja ħelwa

Tqajjem is-sensi.

Aħna biss semmiegħa

F’dal-kunċert tar-rebbiegħa.

6/3/03