The Silken Path Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Poet Seer walked
Walked
Trudging
Through the fields

As yet
The Muse transformed
Into a silken path
Wherever the Poet Seer
Was wont to go.

Fragrance
Of
The
Birds
And
Of
Sounds
The Poet Seer
Crushes
The
Leaves
Crisp
Under his soles
He
Trudges
Yet
He
Flies
Ecstatic
The
Muse smiles
He
Sings
He
Chants
And
Feels
The
Spurs
Of
Ancient
Knights
Below
He
Feels
He
feels
melting
under
him
he
feels
the
pith
of
beauty
the
triumph
of
thought