Trees Wake Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Trees wake
Oblong
Lanky trees
Shake!


The high trees
Walk
On sticks of time!

Lanky
Lanky
Trees
Downpour of silver
Particles!

Woods
That rise
Slow
From valleys
Thundering
Spark
In to the day
Though Dawn
Arriving quite.


Hear
Hear a nightingale
Escaped
Escaped
From the retired trees
And woods
Where sleep and dream
The other
Nightingales!



Hear
My Monsignor
The cry
Of the sufferers
Of injustices
Their screams
Are as of
The sea hawks and
Magic vessels!


Touch here with
The pastel
Touch there
Bursting veins of
Ink
Water colors
Water
Water
Open the chests of
Drear
Cut the chains
Fill the chest with diadems
See
The hours of night
Slip fast:
Because Patience be great
And Suffering:
Touch here
The pastel burns
The colors bleed
And Dawn be nigh!