Draught Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The draught
The ice
That fell
The dew drops
Nocturnal in the icicle

Crystalline eyes
Veils
That fly
Dancing wild
And sane

Cricket that
Falling
Into the well
Clambered slow
With slippery feet
The well walls
SavedItself

I
I too
In the night heard
The cocktail of the waters
Spuming
Rising high
And
Fall
Fall again

I saw a figure walking
And it was
Beginning of the Dawn
Ah! Night! Night
Had traveled to its
Rest
This side of Earth