Far Bushes Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Into the far bushes
There's burning

Yet while things
Happen
Thought is on the wing
It helps to sing
Though does not itself
Sing.

Bubbles of wrath
Into the heavens
Higher and higher
To touch the clouds
The fleecy clouds
They target higher!
The more they rise
The more inspire.

Eyes
That float in the
Ancient dark
Eyes
That love
Old ancient things
All musty
Eyes
Transfixed to
Magic berries
Not for the picking
For they be stinging.

Bring here the nightingale
The owl and the pale
Singing birds
Bring them all here
That with their song
Together chorus
They will make orchestra
The Earth to hear
Not thus to fear
But like them be
In peace and sincerity
No, not thus to fear
But hold them dear!