From The Distance We Could View Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

The turning light that lit in part
Our view
Increasing our will and desire
To reach the burning fire.

Red blue and yellow turned
The light and other colors too
Revolved before us advancing
Fast
Marching, marching, marching

Under our feet we felt, we heard
The crackling sere leaves crushing
Screaming their screams at our
Hurting them in that partial dark
When in the high heavens passed
A bat that screamed out flown
By a mute silent lark
That sought its home by dark

For we humans were
Why
We were marching, marching, marching
Always
In an approximate straight line trudging
With lanterns
The light that turned and a weak moon
And even weaker stars in misty haze
For we humans were
Marching, marching, marching.
Around the scents of wild leaves
And bushes sleeping
In the subconscious aromas
Dreaming
Dreaming
dreaming

And
From the distance we could view
The turning light that lit in part
Our view
Increasing our will and desire
To reach the burning fire.
For this be life
And let this be life, my Monsignor.
For
From the distance we could view
The turning light that lit in part
Our view
Increasing our will and desire
To reach the burning fire.