There Was A Poet Seer And He Loved The Stars. Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

There was a Poet Seer and he loved the stars.
He loved the red dusk and the golden sunset
Turning to orange that heralded dusk.
He reveled in the twilight waters of the dusk.
And pined with tears in his eyes at the going away
And fading of red dusk.
He, the Poet Seer loved the coming night
That was a-pulling the curtain of the dark
And on his golden axled car
Light from a golden torch of fire continuous
The night stars to fire and to burning
One by one.
There was a Poet Seer who loved to wake
To view the shadows and the ghosts and shrouds
March in the golden marches torch in hand
There was a Poet Seer who loved to hear
The striking of midnight deep down in heart.
There was a Poet Seer who loved.
There was.
There be.