Arab Horses Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The Arab horses neighed and
Opened their nostrils as
Fierce they pawed the reddish
Sands.

In the short distance
Rose
The walls of the walled city
Tall and square:
The closed giant door
The sentinels
The red domes of pointed mosques.

Night helter skelter
Came
And hiding said:
‘I will wait.
Time will come, as
It will come to all.
The red dusk will my
Precursor be.
Ancient and noble’

Time passed by too quick
Fleet as lightning
Holding by the hand, Motion.

Awhile
Again
The Arab horses neighed and
Opened their nostrils as
Fierce they pawed the reddish
Sands.