He Read The Verse Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

He read the verse
He had composed
There was this time
No timeless sub-beam in his eyes
But quiet moons and
The immense extending skies
Voice of the loud heavens
So he would read well
Lean back in his chair
And think
And think
He needed no smoking pipe
His excitement was on
But was subdued
He turned around and around
In his arm-chair
With every thought that
Followed thought
So he continued throughout
The long night
In alternation
Reading and thinking
Reading and thought
The clock struck midnight
And beyond
The vessel of time sailed
Hour after hour
Till he fell asleep tired…