Free To Run And Sing Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

free to sing
free to run and
free to ring
free to roam
to be fast
to be slow
to look at the seas
smiling in the first
lights of the day, smile, smile...

car that passes high
ah! seen
by the eyes of the Poet Seer
it be dawn!
and the car
on which King Night
had lighted all the stars
car that passed high
where goes it?

perhaps in some eastern
cave
hidden it joins her lord
till
little before dusk
its wings fly off again...