I Will Rest Me Here Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

I will rest me here. Let the wind
Neigh, the tempest carry
Before them the heaven-clouds
And all is frowning.

Your smile, yellow-haired siren
Comes in to the background:
The night below as resting on
The bosom of the sea where
The moon rays play and swell.

And I, I am Poet Seer of Night.
Ghosts and Shrouds abound
Pass by me, nonchalantly,
And rattle their airy skeletons
With no sound.

So many times of these
Things
You sing and versify
You say
Yes
Yes
I retort and then fall mute
Again.

I let the around do the rest,
The rest of the speaking.
On the edge
Thought of brain-mind
Brims and shines
Brilliant as a light house
Yes
Yes
I retort and then fall mute
Again




The clouds are still there.

The curse will not go,
Should not.