Boat To Lethe Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Let me dream
In the hummock of the Soul
There!
There’s the boat to Lethe.

I want to be there.

I want to breathe
The sensuous listlessness
The freedom tied
With the sweet snake of
Ever-honeyed sensuousness

Who will come with me?
Who will not come?
The boat stands ready and
The Soul disposed.

The Soul be the ferry man
And
It be too whisperer of
Knowledge and wise saws
There will be helping hands
I will not look and
Let the Spirits work
As I am ferried
As I am ferried
Ferried to Lethe.