Emmanuel George Cefai
Hide Me Blue Mist, Hide My Guilt - Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
hide me blue mist, hide my guilt
my conscience had been pregnant for so long
and now delivered is:
the guilt, the baby-boy of conscience and myself
has now been born.
Come witches in the night, accompany me
My baby-boy needs company
And unto your magic spells to open its eyes:
Then will it in itself see no-guilt
And will to change its name apply
Pending approval by the father’s hand, my signature.
I will sign as soon as applied.
And casting the old robe of guilt into the sea
I will amongst trees plants and birds full freshly roam
Singing my innocence with birds and bees and trees.
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