The Calls Of Caves Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The calls of
Caves
The shouts of
Coves
Milking the
Drops of milk of
Beauty:
Golden rings
Liquid and gaseous
And
Waters singing wild
A
Sub-conscious
Green grasshopper
Dancing
Of beauty
The pride.
Of love the
Sign
O beauty is too late
Just for today
Though as yet
Starting with
A splendid Dawn
And enmeshed eyes
Where on the lawn
Of green
Lit by old moonlight
Danced
Nymphs and fauns
And
Satyrs
Wild
Last night.