Long Night Parapets Glow Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

in
the
long
night
the
parapets
that
glow
they
have
been touched
by the Spirit of the Night
received
his
glossy
breathing
that
was
as
blood
in
their
arteries
throbbing
throbbing
pulsating
topazes
and
nights
eyes
gleaming
over
Tigris
and
Eurphrates
they
flow
they
flow
and
Night
rides
on a
secret raft:
dusk
from
behind
a
large palm-tree
donned
a
secret
hood
to
watch
and
look
smiling
rest
in
his eyes
feasting
looking
looking
intent on the river bosom
the silver
of the moon carrying
and
from a turret
not afar
rose
a sweet
sound
a
Voice
that
sang
and
sang
outdid
the nearest
nightingale
and
sang
until
the
Dawn
then ceased, delighting.