A Buzz Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

There is a buzz amidst
the boughs clustered together
lovers from one tree to
the other:
clustered
clustered
bees are awake but do
not sting
they are in ecstasy of the
moon
they be in ecstasy of the fierce
stars that burn:
white as powdered by the moon's
light
and trirems ghostly
without hands on deck
and elsewhere, pass
as in a painting through
the dreamy sea-port and
the baffling mists:
ah! the Sub-Conscious!
ah! the Sub-Conscious!
the night be beautiful
if Dawn be so beautiful!