Climbing Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Climbing
Climbing
The night towards
The Ramparts of Fire:
They scald
Yet such is Night’s desire!

A Statue
Over the Heaven’s
Panorama looms
Great and unmoving:
The doves below it
White
And rest
Dreaming.

The scent
Of the sub-conscious
Everywhere
It lies
It hies
And moves as a serpent
New liberated from the
Lair
That held it unjust captive
Of the stars.

Now the forges where
The verses are blown
And heated
Cool a little
And further cool little
By little
Out! Out! Into the open!
Into the woods and the
Dark infested Champaign
Scent
Scent
Scent everywhere


Still
A Statue
Over the Heaven’s
Panorama looms
Great and unmoving:
The doves below it
White
And rest
Dreaming.