A Town That Sleeps Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

A town that sleeps
A mill that turns around
A Sub-Conscious that
Smiles
Humble in its nocturnal victory

Bring the nymphs and fairies
From the night
Though after hours of dancing
And
Under spelled trees prancing
Their spirit still burns
Wild as in the deep of night:
Humans learn we from them.

Though Dawn be nigh
And the white line of light
Already scar the curtain of the night
Wherein shone eyes of glimmering star-light
Yet time continues slow and deft and
Sure
Just
One single dress.

Bring the nymphs and fairies
From the night
Though after hours of dancing
And
Under spelled trees prancing
Their spirit still burns
Wild as in the deep of night:
Humans learn we from them.

Sing Poet Seer not only in the
Night
Though the night be your favorite
Haunt
And though Sub-conscious be the breeding nest
Of thoughts, your thoughts!
Sacred and deep simultaneous.

Bring the nymphs and fairies
From the night
Though after hours of dancing
And
Under spelled trees prancing
Their spirit still burns
Wild as in the deep of night:
Humans learn we from them.