Autumn Day The Breezes Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

In autumn day the breezes
Smelt of cool September and
The vibrating wind-gusts
As one passes through the tunnel.
Waters! Waters! Waters!
Still I must be cool, though
The frenetic clip of summer
Enchains me not.
The night I seek, and you,
My Monsignor, reading through
My lines now understand
Why so addicted to night
Am I.
Still I attached to the satyr
Naked jumping more than
A kangaroo in Hastings Gardens.
And the true in the haze moving here
And there dancing.
And
then their feet they enrooted
from the soil ….
And danced…. too
In the autumn day…
In the autumn day …
Until the late night
When the dark patchiness
Ushered in the Dawn riding
On a toy-horse in the midst
The mighty Oceans
That tribute did to
Dawn.
No golden throne...just
A toy horse
And abundance of light
Abundance of smiles
Today, tonight,
The sub-conscious
Will also be
Tomorrow.
Sad the heart hammers
With strain and with angst.
The waters ebb and flow
So
The haze of trees moving here
And there
In the garden of the night.
Night has its favorites too.


Words
Throw
And
Just
As
Thrown
You
Have
To
Think
And
Think
For
A
Meaning
Or
Rather
Meanings:
At
First
The brain
Is
Racked
But
Then
Pleasures aesthetic
Pay.
The
Waters
Rise
Fountain-like
About
Midnight
And
Just
Before
They
Wave
Goodbye
Make
Way
For
Dawn
And
The
New
Day.

Phosphor
Phosphorescence
Night
Dwindling
In the heavens
Gloating in the skies….



In autumn day the breezes
Smelt of cool September and
The vibrating wind-gusts
As one passes through the tunnel.
Waters! Waters! Waters!
Still I must be cool, though
The frenetic clip of summer
Enchains me not.
The night I seek, and you,
My Monsignor, reading through
My lines now understand
Why so addicted to night
Am I.
Still I attached to the satyr
Naked jumping more than
A kangaroo in Hastings Gardens.
And the true in the haze moving here
And there dancing.
And
then their feet they enrooted
from the soil ….
And danced…. too
In the autumn day…
In the autumn day …
Until the late night
When the dark patchiness
Ushered in the Dawn riding
On a toy-horse in the midst
The mighty Oceans
That tribute did to
Dawn.
No golden throne...just
A toy horse
And abundance of light
Abundance of smiles
Today, tonight,
The sub-conscious
Will also be
Tomorrow.
Sad the heart hammers
With strain and with angst.
The waters ebb and flow
So
The haze of trees moving here
And there
In the garden of the night.
Night has its favorites too.