This Deserted House Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

From this deserted house
On the deserted beach
All things deserted
Here
Where will you let me go
There's the big rock
And
Occasionally the sea-gulls
Alone or in troupe
Cry:
From this deserted house
The water gates open and
Lock
By chance and probability
Or
The winds?
Fog has its home here
And azure mists circle round
The bay reflecting
Reflecting
There is a place for sitting
Down
And lament in solitude
The incantation of the
Sad
The waters will leap to your
Feet
And the grey dark pebbles rattle
Rattle….

Waters
Mild
That
Seek
The
Dusk
The
Waters
Be
So
Sad
There
In
The
Dusk
They
Be
Ennobled…

From this deserted house
On the deserted beach
All things deserted
Here
Where will you let me go
There's the big rock
And
Occasionally the sea-gulls
Alone or in troupe
Cry:
From this deserted house
The water gates open and
Lock
By chance and probability
Or
The winds?
Fog has its home here
And azure mists circle round
The bay reflecting
Reflecting
There is a place for sitting
Down
And lament in solitude
The incantation of the
Sad
The waters will leap to your
Feet
And the grey dark pebbles rattle
Rattle….