Treasure Island

Emmanuel George Cefai

(12th March 1955 / Victoria, Gozo)

A reddening sun


A reddening sun
Into the azure sky fading
I seem to see:
My love, my love
My reddening love,
It seems to be:
Like ripe fruit in the sun
Like green boughs in the air
Like lazing children sleeping
In the hot summer afternoons
After the mid-day eating.
Like a soft-sleeping siesta
A-dreaming and all-beaming
A dulcet pair of azure eyes I see
Is this my child to be?


Along the fields of sun
And grasses green and trees
Head-bent with overloading fruits:
I seem to run without an aim
And looking in the sky
I want to speak and shout
And do not find my voice:
Such the mark of happiness
When to the brim
The red glass of happiness
It overflows and brims.
And in this feast of drunken wine
A dulcet pair of tiny ears I see
Is this my child to be?

Submitted: Tuesday, August 30, 2011
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