The Night It Hurts When It Should Be So Beautiful. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The night it hurts when it should be
So beautiful.

And beautiful the stars, the quiet immense,
Below the Ocean immense.

Yet there is a restlessness that grows, a
Heart that with injustice breaks.

There be a heart that with pains
Overflows.

There be a heart that cries and cannot
Cry.

Below, see, the damp stones below
My mother lies.

She sleeps, she dreams, to-night.

And quiet the trees of the cemetery
Tall sentinels of sadness stand.

Alight, alight, on wings of magic bright
One by one the sickly stars to-night.

The night it hurts when it should be
So beautiful.

And beautiful the stars, the quiet immense,
Below the Ocean immense.

Yet there is a restlessness that grows, a
Heart that with injustice breaks.