A Dark Cast All These Months Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

A dark cast all these months
has come over my thoughts
my mother, my mother
would it be otherwise?
The Will with Pity combined
the two I saw whispering
their energies and
intelligence combined saw I
in to their union mutual swim
as in a crystal mirror
life's own film.

ah! now the graves rest quiet
only
disturbed by some lonely chirp
here and there
chance and probability
in play and execution
then
no more

the silence as a dagger holds in store
the film of images that were before
in the bubbling of life itself
life's bubbling now
transformed to this wretched cloud
and mist
that in the night arises to combine
conspire and in procession march
with other ghosts and shrouds that
torches bear and chant Gregorian sounds:
so we! so we!
thus
a dark cast all these months
has come over my thoughts
my mother, my mother
would it be otherwise?