The third and the last fourth quarters, made no sound at all <br />The first and the fourth parts built up a sound upon an old wall <br />There were scaffolds of gold, traces of all riches beside the fallen towers <br />It’s the first night at the Roman gates: the last finders are counting the lost hours <br />The night swift as broken spears, the beats gather into one symphony of delight <br />Now God watches all this closely in silence and repose <br />With the Jews and Gentiles sharing a common space upon the history close <br />Silence prevails in cold shatter: the mood is lost through the art of these ciphers <br />The senators walk around in silence, building up tumults of joy to all the lifers <br />It’s a night at the Roman gates: the moon await in splendor and in vivified sight <br />History walks around tombs of ancient queens, paving words on golden wings <br />Still memory sweeps this silent night, and places owned before by ROMAN Kings <br /> <br />02-03 March 2008, a first to the collection: 'History Unbound'<br /><br />Sicelo Sithole<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-night-at-the-roman-gates/
