Vespers And Thunder Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Vespers
An old man
With blue lips
Sick in heart
Lisping slow
Praying
With his blue lips.


A grave dreamt I
And
I dreamt a tomb
1955 -

I saw
Immortality
Weep by
Silent
Red-eyed
For the lost chance
The last great chance
The great chance.

Thunder!
Number one.
Then another.
Then began one on one.
The series.

The winding path
All dusty.
The winding trees
All sentinels
Of the path
In the thunder
Trembling
In the thundering
Vibrating.

Atmosphere and
Civilization
From the sub-conscious
Away
And fading.


Verse was always
The eyes of me
I paid to you
My verses!
I paid!
I paid!

A joy
How transient
A smile
It went!
Darling memories
Images
Projected
And existence asserted
Existence being
In the throes of chanted
Vespers
From the sad sides
Of the dilapidated
Convent
Rising.
And
It was dusk.
And light was fading.

Inside me
I felt the corpus
The whole corpus of the
Poetry and verses
Inside me
I heard the songs
And
Chanting.