Emmanuel George Cefai Poems

the moon's
already there
and
over the moon-lit plain
...

inert
the desert rocks
witness
the figures in black
...

in to the Soul of Horrors
in to the Hall of Mirrors
the Soul of Horrors
looks at itself
...

introvert is the desert
tonight
introvert the rocks
the silent rocks
...

A thousand and more
mirrors
reflected on the desert plain
somehow
...

how many winters remain
Earth asked looking
up:
Ah! the Heavens replied
...

not one long big
effort
goping and winding
through
...

the birds sing not to-day
for to-day
ah! the rains are pattering
and
...

how crestfallen
the birds today
how crestfallen
the heavens today
...