After A Long, Long Time When My Voice Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

After a long, long time when my Voice
Rose high unto the heavens to sing
And verse on verse I wove on things,
Emotions, seasons, fields, dusk, dawn,
Night, fairies and the rest of things:
It grew of sudden parch; choked the words.
And no verse issued from the poet’s rock.
Its sides were dry and dust had gathered too
Seeing that in the watercourse of poesy
Dryness had made it overgrown with grass:
But
Suddenly the lightning struck; the Muse
Came and inspired; rose again the Voice,
That Voice that rent the heavens going
Upwards towards old ancient Olympus,
That Voice sang and verse on verse it made:
After a long, long time; a long, long time.