Where Be The Circles Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Where
Be
The
Circles
In
The
Sun’s
Eyes
Growing
Growing
Circles
Growing
Then
Decreasing
But
Growing
Immediately
The owl of the red eyes
Sate on the bough this way
The nightingale on another tree
Sang her heart out
For it was moon
For it was stars
And from the clouds and through
There were stairs to the
Heavens and the stars.
There were.
There are this night too.
The moon dust falls
Fine and perceptible to
Dusky eyes.
Poet Seers are privileged
Here at night
Where in the day
They roamed as bent pilgrims
To the Earth.
Heavens are theirs.