Passing Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Passing
passing
but wait! wait! in the back ground a chorus
sings
chorus of Fisei untouched and green
and hills and streams and glaciers
that gleam
trees that dream
birds that chirp
and tears in the eyes of a Poet Seer on
a new dawn!

I saw the mourners in a vest of black
I saw the figure in a veil whose face
was hidden:
mystery was written in that figure tall

Adiemus! Fisei is in waiting
There is much of it we will not touch
So much there be for our puny be:
and much beyond our Earth beyond our
greed and power and glory, so much!

I saw a lonely bird of plumage vast
chirp lone and thin and tall on a high
bough of green
and it was sunset

a shroud passed by tiptoeing and
went round the corner

then silence fell again: night had begun

passing
passing
but wait! wait! in the back ground a chorus
sings
chorus of Fisei untouched and green
and hills and streams and glaciers
that gleam
trees that dream
birds that chirp
and tears in the eyes of a Poet Seer on
a new dawn!