Feasts Pass Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The throngs and crowds
together
conspired in the
sweet and happy
sounds
the fire-works
the barges lighted
on the seas of dark
and
all the crowds delighted!

the water buildings in
the waters glare
Narcissus like
in the rare light
where in other nights
dark and silence
reign.

And streets be deserted.

But now
now
the crowds throng
one happy moving mass
banning the desert hiatus.

Tomorrow will come
tomorrow.
And there will be
a Dawn looking
on the deserted shore
the remnants of
uneaten foods,
dust, the treading marks
of paces.
And there will be no crowds.