The Bells Of The Cathedral Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The bells of the cathedral
Ring
This evening
And
Even
Touching
The edges of the night
The bells are ringing.

The waves
Over the seas
Be undulating
Even afar
Out in the ocean seas
And deep
You see them undulating
See the troughs
See the peaks
Of the waves of centuries
Of salty empery.

Yet
There be no wind
But magic
Magic sweet
Sweet spells
That hum silent
In that awesome vast:

The Soul
The Inner Souls
They speak
Their parched self
Through the loud-hailer
Of the glitzy waves
As moonlit

And
The majestic rolling
Rolling, rolling:
The seas and oceans waters
Into coves and into caves
Entering.

For
Night is beautiful
And these things
Beautiful be
No need of winter
Though winter increase
The wonders of the beauties all around.

For
The bells of the cathedral
Ring
This evening
And
Even
Touching
The edges of the night
The bells are ringing.