Elf Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Elf that dangles
Hanging
On a thread
Spun a blue spider
Thousand of meters
Above the low hills and
The town
That froths of day.

You
Will not own the earth
You
Are addicted to the
Higher spheres
And to the music of
The airy zones.

You
Will not wish to lie
A skeleton of bones
Within a tomb
Nor feel the seeping
Waters of a cemetery:
Nor
The lone warbling of a
Sad bird near:
No,
No, you will burn with fire
To see
Below
The Dawn arising in the morn
New day
There burn with sweet desire
When tired night-Earth has
Been nursed and cared:
And
Albeit convalescing rising
Brave
To a new day
Another newer day
There
There you will want
There desire
There be.