Covert Brushes Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In the covert brushes
The wind neighs
And the wind-driven
Liquid sea rushes
Up the golden sand
And dashes
Leaping dolphin-like
Before
On the dry hinterland
And rocks of grey
It ancient crushes.
Even so
In my youth
I jumped
My genes were strong
My genes were budding
In to the throes of puberty
All
All smiled and gladdened
No blood
Through any wound seeped
Nor
Horrid dream
At night in the Sub-Conscious peep
No
Wise owl laughed loud laughs
And
I stood perplexed
Surrounded by the dark
Surrounded by the night
I
Human
Nor
Blew the gelid winds to make
More drear and sad
The sunset-scented pathways
That no longer scent
No
No
No