My Blood Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

My blood be thicker than
The waters,
Yes,
I suffer
My brain wanders.

The waters gurgle
Down
And so when wounded be
The heart
Gurgles my blood
Down the rocks and
Ledges of my Soul.

O! hills whose beauty
Best
Shines in the dawn
And then at dusk
Shine with the night stars
When I wander by
Broken-hearted lie
On the moon-lit green grass
Scent the distant myrtles and
The magic herbs
Hear
The great grating of waves
Coming
Far, far from the Ocean Sea
Raging mild in its immensity!