Dreary Day Draws After Dreary Day Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

After each day
Each dreary day
Another follows
More or less
Drearier.

The march
Goes on and on
As blind and
Blindfold and
No questions asked.

Though heavens be overcast
Out of the march of crowds
I do not pull but stay
Even
Though my verses I have
To say
From lovely Beauty, away.

The march goes on
And on
And on
My spine to it yields
My feet follow
The way.

The dusk comes
And then goes
The night approaches
Yet I stay.

And in the time warp
Fade
That be what a heart
Yearning
Wills.
Then does,
Fading.